#i actually giggled for five minutes on Theo's

[mxflora]

i'm bored so here's teen wolf characters and how they'd respond if you asked them to buy you pads (imo)

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[angelfic]

— IF I CAN’T HAVE YOU BABY

pairing: mattheo riddle x nott!reader

summary: you weren't quite used to the attention of other boys, and it seems your brother's best friend isn't too fond of it either

warnings: brother's best friend trope!! swearing, kissing, not much else, very much unedited

author’s note: i don't tend to stray outside of the marauders era characters buuuut i've been a bit obsessed with mattheo and theo recently so this was for my own selfish needs lol as always let me know what you think!!

He had barely looked away from you all evening.

You knew the only reason Mattheo’s eyes had been fixed on you for the entirety of dinner was because of a certain type of attention you had unconsciously garnered on your first day back at school. Particularly male attention. It wasn’t any less disconcerting, however, knowing that your brother’s best friend was prepared to fist fight any potential romantic advances towards you because he was just as protective as your actual older sibling.

Your brother Theodore is no better, a displeased frown appearing every five minutes when he looks over to where you sit at the Gryffindor table.

“Merlin, boys are pathetic,” Ginny mutters, spearing a potato with her fork. “You go away for one summer and come back slightly prettier and they flock to you like bees to honey!” You’re about to weakly protest that she’s exaggerating, but at that exact moment you’re interrupted by a tap on your shoulder.

You slowly turn on the bench, reluctantly lowering your goblet of pumpkin juice to face Michael Corner, a Ravenclaw boy who you’d only ever spoken to when he was going out with Ginny.

“Hi, Michael,” you sigh, offering him a bland smile.

“Hello, Nott,” Michael replies, with what he probably thinks is a winning smile. “Had a good summer? I was just going to ask if you wanted to go on the first Hogsmeade visit of the term with me.”

You stare at him, unblinking. “Er- well, as… nice as that sounds,” you say slowly, not meaning a word. You glance at Ginny as pointedly as you can manage and raise an eyebrow. “I don’t quite relish the idea of going out with my best friend’s ex.”

“Oh! I, erm, I didn’t actually see you there, Ginny,” he stammers, laughing sheepishly. “My mistake.”

“Quite,” Ginny says drily, turning back to her plate of food.

“Well, er, see you later then,” Michael mumbles, nearly tripping over himself as he rushes back to the Ravenclaw table.

You bite your lip to stifle your giggles but it’s not long before you catch Ginny’s eye and the both of you erupt into fits of laughter.

“I can’t believe I ever went out with him,” Ginny groans, wiping her eyes.

“Was he always such a tosser or is that new?” you ask, snorting at the way Ginny scrunches up her face in embarrassment.

You’re still laughing when your eyes happen to pass over the Slytherin table just to focus on Mattheo.

You notice with a jolt that he’s looking at you again. This time, his eyes flick over to the Ravenclaw table for a second where Michael has settled back onto, then back to you and he quirks a brow quizzically.

Frowning, you mouth at him to stop in hopes that he ceases his scrutiny, just for him to roll his eyes and return to whatever one-sided conversation Blaise Zabini was attempting to engage him in. You hope you don’t look as flustered as you feel after realising Mattheo has just witnessed such an embarrassing encounter, but you’ve found over the years that you’re not the best at hiding the effects he has on you. Theo has never mentioned it in front of Mattheo as far as you’re aware, but he definitely hasn’t shied away from teasing you about the childhood crush you have on your brother’s closest friend. Not that you’ve ever admitted it to him anyway, and you’ve gotten a lot better at hiding it since nothing could ever come of it.

“Your brother and Riddle have been looking like they’re ready to halve the male population of Hogwarts since we got on the bloody train,” Ginny says, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“Tell me about it,” you sigh, cutting into your carrot a little more viciously than needed. “They keep looking over at our table. I feel like I’m on one of those Muggle reality television programmes Hermione was telling your dad about the other week.”

Arthur Weasley was absolutely transfixed when he was learning about reality television from Hermione during breakfast the week you both stayed at The Burrow, and although you zoned out after his sixteenth question about a singular programme, you feel as though you caught the gist of it.

“Hm,” Ginny agrees, grimacing at the memory. She had nodded off at the table during that conversation and fallen asleep on her slice of toast. “In fairness, that’s not really a new thing.”

“What, being watched by my two guard dogs?” you ask in a mock-serious voice.

“Yeah, but…” Ginny chews thoughtfully for a second before answering. “I’m not just talking about today, or even recently. Your brother mostly minds his own business. I’m talking about Riddle. He’s always looking at you, I noticed it last year. Wherever we are, kind of like he’s checking up on you,” she says like it’s common knowledge, shrugging. “It’s sweet, I guess.”

You blink at her, a little speechless.

“What?” Ginny frowns after a few seconds of your silence. You look at her with raised eyebrows, not really taking her seriously. In your first few years at Hogwarts, you had confided in Ginny regarding your silly, little girl feelings for Mattheo and she would read into every action he took towards you in an attempt to prove he liked you too. Obviously, he saw you as nothing but a younger sister figure and once you grew up a bit, Ginny had let it go too.

Ginny reads your dubious expression now and sets down her knife and fork to cross her arms. “Oh, for heaven’s sake. I’m serious! I’m not just saying it because you were helplessly in love with him until you were, like, fourteen.”

“Shush!” you hiss, thwacking her arm. “Why don’t you just get up on stage with Dumbledore and ask him to include that titbit of information for the entire school to hear in his speech!”

“Good idea,” she says, nodding seriously and starting to get up. You know she’s just teasing, but you start spluttering and frantically grab at her sleeve to sit her back down, causing her to topple onto you slightly. This sets you both off laughing again and you find it hard to stop for the rest of dinner and desert, thankfully staying far away from the topic of Mattheo. You also pointedly avoid looking at him again.

Once dinner is over, you head to the Gryffindor common room with the rest of your house and catch up with everyone for a while. After a couple hours of socialising and fifteen minutes of helping Neville Longbottom search for his pet toad, you head up to your dorm with Ginny and Lena, one of your other dormmates, to unpack.

As soon as you open your luggage, you search for your pyjamas and immediately change out of your robes and into a t-shirt and baggy shorts for comfort. You’re in the middle of unpacking some textbooks when you hear Lena whistle from behind you.

“I do not remember those pyjamas looking like that,” Lena comments, grinning at you. Rolling your eyes, you comply with her request to do a little spin and you can’t help feeling pleased when Lena and Ginny start whooping and hollering. “You’ve always been gorgeous, but you really grew up this summer, huh? Look at those legs!”

“Tell me about it,” Ginny pipes in, flopping down on her bed and abandoning her unpacked suitcase. “She came to stay for a week and Mum looked like she was going to cry every time she saw us. Something about ‘blossoming into young ladies’ or whatever bollocks.”

“You ‘blossomed’ last year,” you point out, and Lena hums in agreement. “I haven’t forgotten how Zacharias Smith fell off his broom trying to wave at you during Quidditch practice.”

Ginny groans and starts ranting about teenage boys again. Lena joins in and starts teasing her about how Harry Potter is the only boy she hasn’t complained about and you’re about to set down your belongings to help Lena dodge the pillows Ginny is throwing at her when a flash of green and silver in your suitcase catches your eye.

“Shite, I have Theo’s uniform,” you huff, grabbing the clothes out of your suitcase and sliding your slippers on. “That means he has mine and I am not dealing with this at seven in the morning. I’m gonna go drop this off, be back in a minute.”

Ginny says goodbye before resuming her pillow attack on Lena as you make your way out of the room and down into the common room. It’s nearly empty, with most people having gone to their rooms to pack and a quick glance at the clock tells you its past curfew. You decide to take the risk since you have a reasonable excuse, but you hope that if you do get caught, it isn’t by Filch or Snape.

By the time you’ve reached the dungeons, you thank Merlin that Theo had the sense to tell you the password for the Slytherin common room before dinner in case of emergency.

“Pureblood,” you mutter, fighting the urge to scoff when the door swings open. You enter the common room and brighten up when you see that the only students still hanging around are Theo and his friends. Your brother seems to have already started unpacking since he’s standing and holding your uniform, presumably about to come and find you. His friends all mumble polite ‘hello’s and he walks up to you with a smile.

“Oh, hey, I was just-” Theo cuts himself off when he properly looks at you and frowns. “Wha- Why are you wearing pyjamas out and about?”

“You’re wearing pyjamas too!” you exclaim, slightly embarrassed that your brother is doing this in front of your friends. They all turn to look at you again, hearing the indignation in Theo’s voice and you notice Mattheo suddenly sits up straighter. Suddenly aware of your bare legs, you tug down the material of your shorts, despite the fact they aren’t even very short to begin with.

“Oi. Stop looking at my sister!”” Theo snaps, glaring at Blaise, Draco, Crabbe and Goyle. You know the only reason they glanced at you in the first place is out of curiosity regarding Theo’s question, but Theo and Mattheo scowl at them all the same and they all start sputtering, Draco in particular when Pansy narrows her eyes at him. Theo sighs at you, quickly exchanging your uniforms. “Just- at least take something to cover up back to your room.”

“I’ll walk her back,” Mattheo says, out of nowhere. He stands up and makes his way over to you, face carefully blank. Theo nods, agreeing quickly before he ruffles your hair goodbye to go and finish packing. You’re too surprised by Mattheo’s offer to protest until you’re already out of the Slytherin common room.

“I don’t need someone to walk me back, you know,” you mumble after a minute of charged silence.

“It was either me or Theo,” he shrugs, completely unapologetic when his mouth quirks up in a smug smile. “And I know you prefer me.”

“You’re both equally annoying,” you say, rolling your eyes, happy that he’s talking to you like normal again. You hated it whenever Mattheo was serious – it was rarely ever towards you and you much preferred when his whole face lit up with a smile. He begins to tease you about your bunny rabbit slippers and you’re in the middle of pretending to be irked when you both run into Ernie Macmillan, a Hufflepuff prefect doing patrol duties.

“Hey,” Ernie offers you a friendly smile and gives Mattheo a brief, slightly nervous glance. While you prefer not to get into trouble for breaking curfew, Mattheo clearly couldn’t care less and his relaxed, yet intimidating stance must be off-putting to Ernie. Thankfully, you’re on friendly terms with the Hufflepuff and you give him an even brighter smile to make up for it, to which he beams at. “How was your summer?”

“Good, yeah! Erm, listen Ernie. We didn’t mean to be out at this time, it’s just that I accidentally had my brother’s uniform and needed to-”

“Oh, forget it. Don’t worry, I won’t dock you any points,” Ernie reassures you, waving off your excuses and you instantly relax. Ernie gives Mattheo another unsure glance before leaning in the tiniest bit closer to you. You try not to pay attention to how Ernie has been glancing at your legs and how Mattheo tenses up when Ernie starts speaking again. “I was actually wondering if you were available next weekend…?”

Ernie trails off when you don’t show any indication of replying straight away and you snap out of your surprise to say something, but Mattheo beats you to it.

“She’s busy then,” he says coldly, working his jaw. “Now, if you don’t mind, it’s late. Kindly get lost.”

“Wha- Matt!” you hiss, smacking his chest to which he barely flinches, nor does he look at all apologetic. “Ernie, I-”

“Never mind,” he says quickly, seemingly eager to just leave. “I’ll, er, see you later.”

You stand frozen in shock while Ernie rushes down the corridor and turns the corner, leaving you and Mattheo alone. Turning slowly, you look at him with barely contained anger.

“Why the hell did you do that?” you demand, voice sharp as nails. If it weren’t past curfew and you weren’t in the middle of a school corridor, you would most definitely be yelling. Mattheo stands with his hands in his pockets, clenching his jaw and his silence makes you even angrier. You accepted long ago that you’d never have a chance with him, but now he was getting in the way of you having a chance with anyone. It was completely unfair. “What if I actually wanted to go out with him?!”

Mattheo scowls at this, but his impossibly dark brown eyes flash with a hint of uncertainty. “Did you?”

“What?” you ask, impatient.

“Did you want to go out with him?” he says, voice low and dangerous. He walks forward, towering over you and you refuse to be intimidated so you start walking backward until your back is against the wall. Despite having cornered you, he maintains a fair amount of distance between you, leaving plenty of space if you want to move away. You don’t.

“That’s none of your business,” you say stubbornly, raising your chin and trying your best to keep your voice steady. Mattheo narrows his eyes and reduces the distance between you ever so slightly with another small step. You nervously keep talking. “I can go out with whoever I want.” Another step. “And you can’t just-” One more step. “Matt.” His shoes are flush with your slippers.

“What?” he whispers, tilting his head and looking at you calmly, while you feeling anything but calm. “I can’t just… what?”

The previously respectable distance has gone out the window and instead you barely have space to breathe with the way Mattheo is leaning in, head dipped toward you but never touching, hands resting on the wall either side of you. He leans in, eyes dropping to your lips and your heart leaps in your chest with anticipation, but he ghosts his lips over your jaw instead and the barely-there contact has you breathing unevenly.

“You can’t…” you exhale, trying to finish your sentence with some dignity and failing miserably. “You can’t just scare people off like an overprotective older brother.”

Mattheo stills, lifting his head enough to meet your eyes, but making no move to distance himself any further. He scoffs quietly. “Brother,” he says the word with a mildly disgusted scowl. “Is that what you think I want to be?”

“I- I don’t…”

“You don’t know,” Mattheo finishes for you, the corners of his mouth turning up, yet his expression is devoid of humour. “No, you don’t know how badly I wanted to hex Macmillan just now. How badly I wanted to try out some new, experimental spells on that fucking Ravenclaw earlier. But none of that had anything to do with brotherly feelings.”

“They were just being nice,” you say stupidly, with not a clue in the world as to why you’re defending them right now. If anything, you’re just confused.

Mattheo quirks a brow, tongue pressing against his cheek as he considers your words. “That Ravenclaw from earlier was talking about you on the train. He said he was going to ask you out at dinner because you’d ‘gotten hot’ over summer,” Mattheo sneers, like he’s suddenly regretting not hexing Michael Corner in the Great Hall. “They weren’t being nice.”

All of a sudden, you feel irritated because you have no idea why Mattheo is telling you any of this. “What’s wrong with a boy finding me attractive? Is that such a crazy idea?” you demand, part of you not wanting him to answer.

“Merlin, do I seriously have to say it?” he groans, sighing when you glare at him. Mattheo takes a breath, meeting your eyes and you marvel at the sincerity you see when he speaks. “You didn’t ‘get hot’ over the summer. You’ve always been beautiful and they’re idiots for not paying attention then.”

Your breath catches in your throat, whether it’s from emotion or from the close proximity with Mattheo, you aren’t sure. “You think I’m beautiful?”

Mattheo nods, leaning back in to brush his nose against your own, his breath mingling with yours. “Always have.”

You take this as a cue to grab the collar of his shirt and pull him in and the next thing you know, his mouth is firm against yours, and his hands are finally touching you, grabbing you by the waist and sliding up your back to hold you closer. You’ve thought about kissing Mattheo before, but the thoughts feel utterly stupid compared to the real thing. Mattheo kisses you fiercely, mouth sliding hot and wet against your own making you come alive and weakening you at the same time. He nips at your bottom lip and you gasp, causing him to smile into the kiss. Your hands are sliding up his chest to snake around his neck when a thought suddenly occurs to you and you pull away abruptly.

“Oh my God, Theodore,” you hiss, covering your mouth with your hand. Mattheo furrows his brows, looking a little dazed and confused. “What are we going to tell him?”

 “He knows I’ve loved you since we were kids,” Mattheo says flippantly, waving you off and impatiently starting to lean in again, but you stop him with a hand on his chest. “What?”

“You’ve loved me since we were kids?” The words hardly register, but before you can feel any sort of elation, you mostly feel pissed off that your brother has clearly had his fun with the situation for years. “And Theo knows?”

“Yes,” Mattheo says slowly, as if he were talking to a child. He brushes the hair out of your face and his gaze turns a little uncertain when he speaks. “Er, this is hopefully the part where you say you feel the same way.”

“Well, of course I feel the same way,” you huff, still thoroughly annoyed at Theo. “He knew I was crazily in love with you too and the bastard was so irritating about it!”

You’re about three quarters of the way down a list of ways you want to get back at your brother when Mattheo gently turns your face by the chin to look at him. “As much as I’d love for you to plot against your brother right now, it’s kind of a mood killer thinking about him when I’m kissing you.”

“Sorry, sorry. Continue with the kissing.”

“How romantic,” he says drily. His smirk turns smug, however, when he processes your previous statement. “So… you were in love with me too. What was the word you used, again? Crazily? Crazily in love…”

“Don’t make me take it back, ‘cause I swear I will.”

© angelfic 2023.

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[fluffymaxsworld]

“you were a wonderful experience”

“you were everything”

a/n: just a quick fic to tell y’all i’m aliveee and great and everything. just lazy and i don’t want to write lol. anyways enjoyyy

theodore nott x gryffindor!reader

[i don’t remember if reader was female or gn, angst, no happy ending, i love theodore nott, didn’t proofread bc i’m LAZYY :((]

being with theodore nott was one of the experiences you won’t forget, even if you ended up marrying someone else. he was caring, weirdly sweet to be around, kind and utterly in love with you.

being with theo was something you won’t forget

…

the war is over, the order won, voldemort is dead. and so is the fear, the suffering. finally being happy was the only option, whoever you are. except for theo. how could you, half-blood gryffindor, top of the potion’s class, sweet laugh and stunning smile, how could you come into his life and messing it up so easily? how did you made him so helplessly in love with you?

it’s been two years, yet he still dream about you every night. how are you? did you sleep? eat? did you go out? he hated when you didn’t.

“baby i’m just really tired” you complaint one day.

“i swear to godric if you don’t get up and go with me shopping to let me spoil the ass out of you-”

how pretty were you that day, your eyes sparkled each time you entered different shops. you looked out for a matching jumper, you wanted it red over all, red like gryffindors! he just scoffed though, not capable of complaining. how could he? such a sweet girl he found for himself. until… the war.

being a death eater’s son and a order’s component’s boyfriend was too much, but not being able to satisfy his father was a bigger problem for theo. he tried to reach for you, he tried to call, sending letter, weird letters with a half blind owl, calling ron weasley himself to arrive at your sweet, kind voice. yet the efforts were useless, you didn’t even bother to answer. the hatred that was burning into you, the feeling of betrayal, slowly fade away. day by day you started to not feel anything towards the guy you loved so much.

years of soft talks and sweet giggles completely faded away in a couple of months.

oh hell, it hurt.

but then… the war ended, the death eaters were imprisoned and their son semi-free to go.

it took him five whole days to finally knock at weasley’s messy mansion and ask a tired and surprised ron for you.

“hey theo” you greeted him. you had the face full of cuts but nothing compared to the scar on his lips, tracing the left side of his jaw.

“y/n…” he stared at you, eyes fluttering and his heart pounding, full of joy. he wanted to get on his knees and beg your forgiveness, but deep down he knew that was useless. you moved on, you didn’t cared anymore. he was just another ex.

“take a sit” you smiled, a hint, just the smallest one, of awkwardness in that expression as he sat besides you.

“i missed you” he quickly said without thinking but not taking it back, not until he hear you say that you moved on.

“okay… i did too. for awhile, actually.” you answered in the sweetest tone ever. was a bad habit of yours, talking like that for bad news.

“and then?”

“and then not anymore, theo. you were a wonderful experience.”

“you were… everything”

words flourished out of his mouth, he would’ve cried but the tears weren’t coming down. maybe he already cried too much.

“deep down teddy, i’ll always love you and i’ll never forget you” was the last sentence you exchanged.

he walked away a few minutes later, spending that time in silence and staring one last time into your pupils. the same ones that he loved to see expand during potions because he knew your love for the subject was as big as the love you felt for him.

he then politely waved off hermione and harry and excused himself for the death of ron’s brother, getting redeemed with forgiveness. he smiled one last time and mouthed an ‘i love you’, a sign you never mouthed back to.

#theodore nott x y/n #theodore nott #theodore nott x reader #theodore nott x you #theo nott #theo nott x reader #theo nott x you #theo nott x y/n #slytherin

[tiishearts]

hi! can i request p1harmony reaction to you kissing them first?! love ur blog btw <3

thank you so much!! thank you for reading! i just got back into writing and i made this blog for fun. i appreciate all the love ♡

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:readmore:

keehoooo

- u guys had been dating for a little over a month and u were literally just watching tv together

- then MWAH u kiss him

- it was a very quick little peck but im not even kidding

- he was SHOCKED

- and when i say shocked i mean that he sat there for a whole minute processing what happened

- i see him as someone who would perfer to lead the relationship so once he processed what u did he most likely kissed you

- and not a little peck like you did

- i mean KISSED you

- a very long passionate kiss

- hes been dying to kiss you but then you do it first???

- he is not letting that slide

- he whines about it for the rest of the week

- buttttt after u kiss him just know that he will be giving you smooches at any chance he gets

theo!

- HE WAS NOT EXPECTING IT

- he would literally be gaping at you afterwards

- like he was prob singing along to a song or smth and he turned to look at u and you just give him a little smooch

- :o

- his jaw is on the floor

- because you? his s/o?? just?? kissed him!??!?!?!?

- is he dreaming or what bcs he does not believe what just happened

- "uhm..taeyang?"

- "...hm"

- "are you okay?"

- "no."

- "oh...did you not like-"

- "do it again."

- and oh wow you're making out now

jiung <3

- he would be so shy ☹️

- but tbh he would be rlly glad that u kissed him first bcs hes been wanting to kiss u for the longest time but he didnt know what you were comfy with

- hes so sweet i love him

- as shy as he is i think he would quickly react

- he would most definitely pull you into a longer kiss to make up for all the times he wanted to kiss you before

- once you pull away he would admire you for a bit before realizing what happened

- and once he processes it hes redder than a tomato, cant even look at you hes so shy

- HE WOULD ACTUALLY LEAVE THE ROOM IM NOT EVEN JOKING

- mans would BOLT

-he'd run into the bathroom and just stare into the mirror for like five minutes before walking out like nothing happened

-except for the fact he cant look into your eyes for more than a second (at most)

intak ;)

- passionate man hwang intakkkk

- even if you intended for it just to be a peck just know thats not happening

- not on intaks watch at least 🙅

- he will hold your face and turn it into an amazing full on kiss

- HE WOULD JUST KEEP KISSING YOU

- need air? dw he'll just pepper your face with kisses for a bit.

- and just know that every single one of his kisses are filled with passionate love even if its a peck on the cheek

- intak takes kissing very srsly

- although hes like keeho and perfers to take the lead he very much does not mind if you kiss him first

- he thinks its the cutest thing ever and will BEG for you to do it again

soul :o

- HE WOULD BE SO GIGGLY

- he would just look at you confused for a bit before blushing and giggling

- he would be so cute

- he would most definitely give you a little peck back

- orrr maybe just pepper your face with like a million kisses

- he admires you so much and is so happy you kissed him even if he wanted to do it first

- it would be a cute little interaction that just ends with the both of you having flushed cheeks and large smiles on your faces

- also just know that the second he gets the chance he will be letting the entire world know that you kissed him

- "GUESS WHAT?"

- "i swear if its about the kiss-"

- "y/n kissed me!!!!"

- does not shut up about it.

- his s/o kissed him and the entire world deserves to know!!

jongseob ☆

- HE WOULD ACTUALLY FORGET HOW TO FUNCTION HELP

- you guys might just be listening to some of his songs when

- 'ohmygosh did they just kiss me'

- 'what do i do'

- 'where do i look'

- 'what do i say'

- 'does my breath stink'

- 'were my lips dry'

- 'do i do something'

- 'how do i breathe'

- help the poor boy

- eventually you would probably check up on him and he would be a rambling stuttering mess

- "sorry- uh- i liked that? thanks? do you want a... uhm- a- should i... me too?"

- "...what?"

- someone help him please hes struggling 😭

- anyways moral of the story:

- NEVER kiss jongseob without a warning

- he might have a heart attack

#p1h fluff #p1h x reader #p1harmony #p1harmony reactions #p1harmony scenarios #kpop #p1h jongseob #p1h keeho #jiung #p1h intak #theo p1harmony #p1h soul

[esilher]

Collaborative December klaine challenge 2023 between @esilher and @mynonah

Tiny Friends in the Neighborhood by @mynonah

"Blaine? What are you doing?"

"Feeding Theodore."

"Excuse me?"

"Theodore, this is my fiancé, Kurt." Blaine says, gesturing theatrically between the window and Kurt, "Kurt, this is—"

"It's a squirrel." Kurt interrupts.

"That was rude. Yes, it's a squirrel. Well, there are two of them, but it's early, I think Francesca's still asleep."

Kurt looks at Blaine as if he's suddenly grown a second head. "Okay, while I try to process this... may I ask what he is doing on our ledge? This is how you teach them to keep coming back, Blaine. And one day, they’ll come into the apartment. What are squirrels doing in this tree anyway?"

"The same thing you do inside the building. They live there."

"No." Kurt shakes his head wildly. "They don't belong here. Squirrels inhabit forests. Or at least... wooded areas. Here it's all concrete and people and bustle."

"They probably moved here from Central Park. But they build their nests in trees and that, in front of our window, is a tree. So it seems to me that they are at home, just like us."

"How do they get food here?"

"They are wild animals, they know how to get food. Besides... we are here for them," Blaine adds with a grin. "I looked up what they eat. Would you like to try?"

"Feeding him? No way! What if he bites?"

"Give him food, not your finger. With your palm open. Come on, Kurt, I'm right behind you. You'll love it and Theodore is hungry!"

Kurt rolls his eyes, but steps closer to the window and carefully holds out his hand to the squirrel.

"Oh," he giggles. "He's cute."

"I know, right? Look, there's a little hole. That's where they nest."

"Uh. That can't be too warm..."

"They live in the wild, Kurt. Don't worry about them."

"But winter is coming, Blaine. Theo and Fran need a more secure home than this. Wait, you were gonna make a bird feeder in the spring, remember? Let's do it now," Kurt says excitedly. "Well, mostly you, but I’ll decorate it. Just make it a little bigger. I'll go see what we need to buy and we can go in 20 minutes." Kurt announces with the same enthusiasm, then turns on his heel and hurries back to the living room.

"Wait… Are you serious now?"

"Mhm."

"Five minutes ago you didn't care about them at all and now you want to build them a house."

"It's your fault. You named them, Blaine!"

"Whoa... Okay. Understandable. Maybe I should have named the spiders you found in the bathroom yesterday."

"Ugh... have you killed them yet?"

"No, not yet."

"Then do it. Please."

"I don't know... It's a moral issue, Kurt. A whole family!"

"What? You're such a dork."

"And they're high up..."

"That's not a family."

"Okay. Not a family. Just two random spiders and two random half-sized spiders who happened to meet in the corner of the bathroom and have been hanging out together ever since."

Kurt narrows his eyes at Blaine. "Something like that."

"Hm. I still think they’re a family, though. I'll give them names."

"Don't you dare!"

"Everyone deserves a name, Kurt. Don't be cruel."

"Stop it!"

"Hmm... How about Lucas and... Frederick..."

"Blaine, stop it!"

"...and the kids are Charlotte and... ah, Samuel!"

"Shit! I hate you."

"You love me. Very much. So, are you starting to think they're cute?"

"No! They're spiders, for God’s sake. ...Lucas and Frederick?"

"Yep," Blaine says proudly, grinning from ear to ear. "They're gay. Spider family, Kurt. With two dads. And even if the kids manage to escape in time... A lot of little feet need a lot of little shoes, and you want to murder their parents. But of course, as you wish... I just..."

"Fuck!" Kurt exclaims, throwing his phone on the other side of the couch so suddenly, that he almost falls over.

"What’s wrong? Are you okay? Why did you... Whoa! Oh, my God. You actually googled ‘spiders + pets + feeding’?!"

Kurt holds both hands over his eyes frantically, and Blaine can't help but laugh. "You're cute."

"Could you just... Could you just... Just do something!"

"Should I close this and clear the search history?"

"No! Just... just type ‘TINY’... at the beginning of the text. Please. Tiny spiders. Like Charlotte. Thank you."

"I love you so much."

#here we are again! #not in December anymore but… #december klaine challenge 2023 #inhabit #klaine #klaine fanart #klaine fanfic #never give a spider a name!! #esilher’s drawings #myno's stuff

[remusslove]

Daddy!draco,daddy!Theodore,daddy!blaise,daddy!mattheo and mummy!pansy dealing like a grumpy baby because it's time for her afternoon nap but she ended up losing her companion and her pacifier and they're in the common room from slytherin

Grumpy baby~ the slytherins

Includes age regression, little!reader, cg!mattheo, cg!theo, cg!draco, cg!blaise, cg!pansy, and tooth rotting fluff

“I know your sad baby but you have to take a nap love” Mattheo said trying to console you. “No wan’ blankie!” You said raising your voice. “Lower you voice darling. We know you upset babe but we’re trying to find them.” Pansy softly explained. But, you weren’t having it at all.

You pouted and turned away. Theodore sighed before asking you too lay down. “No!” You yelled at him. Mattheo raised an eyebrow at your behavior. “Don’t yell y/n.” He said sternly. You whimpered at the use of your actual name. While your back was turned, Pansy and Theo decided to go help Blaise and Draco search for your stuff in the dorms.

Once they left the room Mattheo turned his attention back to you. “Turn around” mattheo said simply. You didn’t. “No you being a meanie!” You yelled once again. Mattheo sighed before starting to count to three. “One…. Two…….. three.” Mattheo finished. You still didn’t turn around. I

He walked towards you before picking you up and started walking into your guys’s dorm. Once you both were inside he placed you down in the corner of the room. “5 minutes” was all he said before walking out. You whimpered once he was truly gone. All you wanted was your blanket and pacifier and a little nap but no.

Once the five minutes was over he walked back into the room. You turned around and made grabby hands at him causing him to chuckle and pick you up. “Sorry daddy” you apologized making him smile. “It’s alright bunny you handled you punishment like a good girl I’m sos proud of you” he praised.

You giggled and hid your face in his chest until you both heard a knock on the door. He opened it seeing Pansy and the rest of the boys with your stuff including a bottle. “We left them in the courtyard after our picnic, I’m so sorry babe” Pansy explained pressing a kiss on your cheek.

They all tucked you into bed with your stuffy and blankie. You were soon sucking on the nipple of the bottle feeling nothing but the comfort of your mommy holding you close.

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Dancing through the night

Ships: Theo/Ron, Mentioned Neville/Ron/Blaise/Theo

Summary: Theo and Ron are having trouble sleeping, so instead they dance

Not beta read

Theo couldn’t sleep.

It was midnight and everyone else in the house was fast asleep. Well, at least Blaise was, he wasn’t sure about Neville and Ron, but based on the fact that the two haven’t left their room. Theo assumed that they weren’t awake. 

The four of them decided to move in together after the war, since it made paying rent easier, and after they had become friends Theo’s parents had disowned him, so any help with money at the time was a huge help. The whole “living with his boyfriends” thing was a big plus. 

Of course, by now Theo got himself a pretty good job in the ministry so by now he didn’t need the help with the rent, but it was still nice to live with his loved ones.

Anyways, Theo wasn’t able to sleep. Which wasn’t good considering he had work tomorrow. He was going to need so much coffee in the morning, and he was not a fan of coffee (something which both Blaise and Neville found offensive) so he was hoping to become tired some time soon.

He was going to make himself a cup of tea when he heard one of the doors creak open and felt himself go still. 

“Theo, is that you?” He heard a voice which sounded like his red-headed boyfriend coming from the open door.

“No, it’s a very tall, talking niffler actually.” Ron laughed and walked towards the kitchen. “Does the niffler want tea?” He started boiling the water and pulling out two tea bags. “The niffler would love some tea, thanks”

They stood in the kitchen in silence as Ron made them the warm beverage. It was peaceful, which it usually wasn’t with them, since both of them were… hyperactive to say the least. 

“So what are you doing up?” Theo felt himself asking. “Nightmares.” Ron replied, not looking up. It was obvious that he didn’t want to discuss it, which, considering he never wanted to talk about it, made sense. Theo was still shocked to this day by the shit the “golden trio” went through in their years at Hogwarts. 

“Why are you up?” Ron asked, handing him the cup of tea. “Couldn’t sleep.” Theo shrugged and took a sip of the tea, which was perfect. “Just… not feeling tired.” 

“We should do something to tire you out.” Ron muttered, putting down his mug. 

Theo smirked and wiggled his eyebrows at Ron, who rolled his eyes. “Not that Theo. Obviously not that.” 

“Well you never know.” Theo shrugs

“I’m asexual.” Ron said in a flat tone

“True, true.” Theo replied, taking another sip of his drink.

Ron hummed to himself and then went red. Not really red, but enough that Theo noticed, and enough to peak his curiosity. 

“What’s one your mind babe?”

“I have an idea, but you have to promise me you won’t laugh.” Ron glared at him to show his seriousness, but he was still clearly nervous, so the effect was lessened.

“I Promise.” Theo put his hands up in surrender, though he was clearly still trying to hide his smirk. 

“What if we danced.” It was said so quickly and quietly that Theo had barely even heard it, but he did and he could feel a smile creep on his face as he cupped Ron’s face and kissed him. “I’d love to dance with you, love.” 

Ron bit down his smile and went to put on a weird sisters’ song, making sure to keep the volume low to avoid waking up Neville and Blaise. Theo put his hands on Ron’s waist and started swaying and spinning him around the room.

Ron wrapped his arms around Theo’s neck, and They swayed around the room completely off beat to the music. They spun around each other and dipped each other and neither could stop smiling.

The two continued to dance and giggle for fifteen more minutes before they started getting dizzy and collapsing on the living-room couch, laughing and giving each other small kisses. 

By the time they have calmed down the two have fallen asleep resting on each other. When Neville woke up at five, needing to get to Hogwarts to teach early, he couldn’t help taking a picture and sending it to Blaise before  covering the pair with a blanket.

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[thatdammchickennugget]

Love Is Embarrassing - Part Five

>> and I'm playing the victim so well in my head, but it's me who's been making the bed <<

pairing - theodore nott x fem! reader

summary - when you agree to help Theo out with a bet, you learn that maybe the bad boy isn't actually that bad

warnings - talk about sex, swearing, alcohol, smoking, toxic teacher/student ex-relationship, university au, mentions of y/n

wordcount - 3.6k

a/n - once again, I'm so sorry for the long wait. I'm still struggling with writers block and after getting some hateful anons after the last chapter I had to take a little break from this story. anyways, I wanna thank everyone who's been leaving comments and reading so much, reading what you guys write really makes my day! <3 also, the kiss cam part is inspired by a video I saw on booktok :)

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The metal door slammed open with a scream, the hinges protesting against the movement. Theo jolted back, his hands leaving your body. The soft expression on his face was gone, being replaced by his usual mask of indifference.

“There you are! I’ve been looking for you,” Pansy giggled, leaning heavily against the doorframe. “Are you coming back in?”

“In a minute,” Theo grumbled, reaching into his pocket to pull out his pack of cigarettes. He pushed one between his lips but made no move to light it.

Pansy mustered the two of you with a smirk, her eyes jumping back and forth as she took in your flushed faces and the dishevelled state of your hair. “Don’t stop on my account, take your time.”

She sent you a final wink before retreating back inside, letting the heavy door fall shut behind her. Theo finally lit his cigarette and this time when he offered you one, you took it without hesitation.

The smoke tickled your throat as you pulled it into your lungs, closing your eyes for a moment before pushing it back out. Watching the cloud swirl and spiral into the air, dancing along the light coming from the streetlamp, the awkward silence washed over you.

Theo cleared his throat after letting out another puff of smoke, eyes fixed on his shoes. “So that just happened.”

“It sure did,” you mumbled, unable to discern how he was feeling about it.

“What happens now?” Theo still was not meeting your eyes.

“Does anything have to happen? We’re drunk and we kissed. It happens, right?” 

When he did not respond and just kept staring down at the floor, your heart sank even more. The lump forming in your throat told you that the alcohol was not doing its job anymore. Oh god, what have you done? Did you just ruin everything? Sucking in another lungful of smoke, you tried to think of a way to fix this mess.

Theo's next words were barely above a whisper, causing you to glance up again. He continued watching the pavement with an intense look on his face. "That kiss... it meant nothing. We should just forget about it.”

Of course not. Why would you expect it to mean something more than just a drunken mistake? But still, him saying it out loud stung. And so did the tears welling up in your eyes. "Okay then. Great. It's forgotten."

You tried to ground yourself. This is what you wanted, for nothing to change. But why did it feel like your heart was being ripped from your chest? “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I’m crying,” you managed to say, rubbing your eyes.

Before you could say anything else, he was there, pulling you into his arms and rubbing circles across your back. You tried to fight it but eventually gave in to the sensation of his touch. If he wanted to pretend like nothing had happened, then that was perfect. It made things easier.

But you could not lie to yourself any longer. Theodore Nott had managed to bury himself deep into your heart and you wanted to be more than just his friend. After what had happened with Grady, though, you could not risk it. What if you messed everything up again? You could not imagine your life without Theo anymore.

You pulled yourself together, refusing to let any more tears fall. Smiling weakly, you glanced up at him, trying to keep the hurt and frustration out of your voice. "I’m okay now. We should probably find Pansy."

He nodded slowly, his fingers running through your hair, sending tingles all over your scalp. When he released you, you wiped away the remaining wetness around your eyes. Standing up straight, Theo dropped the rest of his cigarette to the ground before stepping it out.

“Okay, trouble. Let’s go find Pansy.”

●・○・●・○・●

You had never been to a hockey game before and you were glad to have Emmy at your side now that it was finally happening. The girl was excitedly chattering away next to you, explaining the rules so you had at least somewhat of an idea what was happening.

Her excitement soon rubbed off on you though, and by the time the game was starting you were on the edge of your seat. Who knew college ice hockey was such a spectacle? The announcer really gave it all when he announced the teams, each of them entering the ice to loud music and even louder cheers.

They began skating around and playing with a good amount of intensity, the players flying across the rink as they tried to score a goal against the other team. You tried to follow their every move in amazement, but your eyes kept wandering back to Theo.

He had offered you one of his jersey's earlier and by now you were slightly regretting not taking it. Almost everyone around you was decked out in the team colours and you felt out of place. But wearing a jersey with his name on the back seemed like something a girlfriend would do, and you definitely were not his girlfriend.

"Isn't this awesome?" Emmy exclaimed happily beside you, obviously thrilled to be your guide to your first game. Theo had told you that she loved watching him play but unfortunately that didn't happen often. "What do you think?"

"I love it." You smiled brightly, ignoring the flutter of your stomach when he skated by where you were sitting, shooting you a quick wink and a smile. Some girls behind you started giggling and your face flushed. Maybe that was not meant for you after all.

The rest of the first period passed quickly, both teams trying hard to make it into the net. There were only seconds left when Theo broke away from his teammates and sped towards the opposing goalie. You watched his arms tense as he pushed himself harder and faster, the puck hovering in front of him.

Your heart pounded wildly as you saw the clock slowly ticking down. Three…two…one…goal!

There was another cheer that made you jump from your seat. Everyone around you was jumping to their feet, clapping wildly as the buzzer sounded. Emmy was loudly yelling out her brother's name, a bright smile plastered on her face.

When Theo took off his helmet, you found a small satisfied smile on his face as well. From what you could tell from your limited knowledge of the sport, he was doing amazing today. He held your gaze for a moment before being crowded by his teammates.

Turning back to Emmy, you found her staring up at the screens hanging from the top of the stadium. "Now comes one of my favourite parts!"

The screen came to life and you quickly realised what was happening: The Kiss Cam. Emmy and you giggled to yourselves as you watched smiling couples and blushing strangers peck each other's lips, smiling as you watched a grandpa hug his little grandson tight, leaving a kiss on the top of the toddler's head.

It took you a moment - and a few pokes to the side from Emmy - to realise that it was your face being shown on the screen now. You could see the guy on your right leaning towards you with a smirk. Turning to send him an apologetic smile, you shrugged your shoulders before leaning down and kissing Emmy on the cheek instead.

She laughed loudly, a huge grin on her face as you both continued watching. They only showed three more couples before the camera focused back on you and the guy sitting next to you. Some of his buddies were clapping him on the back as you shook your head no, an uncomfortable look on your face.

Whoever was in charge of the camera did not seem to understand that you did not want to kiss this random man, or maybe he simply did not care. "Come on, it's just a kiss. Let's just get it over with," he grinned, laughing as his friends cheered from his other side.

"Please don't take this the wrong way, but I really don't want to," you told him with a grimace.

"I don't think they'll leave us alone until we do it," he shrugged, mentioning towards the screen.

You gave in when people around you started egging you on even more, quickly kissing his cheek the same way you had Emmys.

This time they only showed one elderly couple who happily fell into each other's arms, before coming back to you. "You have got to be kidding me," you sighed in exasperation.

You shook your head again, trying to get across just how little you wanted to do this, when the guy took a hold of your arm to pull you towards him, pushing his lips directly onto yours. 

Before you had the chance to react, a loud crash startled the guy enough to draw back. All eyes instantly flew down to the source of the loud noise. Theo was standing on the other side of the glass right in front of you, his helmet in his hands. If looks could kill, the guy next to you would not be standing anymore. And even now he looked close to passing out, all the colour drained from his face.

Theo's eyes were still fixed on the man with a scowl, staring him down while he slowly lowered the helmet he, presumably, just smashed into the glass. You did not have to hear him to make out the words he was saying, his lips curled back in anger and nostrils flared. 

Back. Off.

The guy scrambled to sit back down, ignoring his laughing friends while muttering out an apology to you. Once everyone had settled down, you could see Theo put his helmet back on. One of his brows shot up as if asking you if you were okay.

You nodded, mouthing a quick thank you. Theo sent another wink your way before pushing off the glass and skating back over to his teammates. This one was definitely meant for you.

●・○・●・○・●

The huge tent in the garden of the Nott estate was lit up with lights and lanterns, looking like it jumped straight out of one of your fantasy books. Looking around, you pulled your cardigan a little closer around yourself.

You should have texted Pansy to check about tonight's dress code. Theo's answer to just wear whatever makes you comfortable ended up being no help at all. But you had slipped into oen of your favourite dresses and on the way here you had felt good about your outfit. That was until you arrived and realised everyone was dressed up to the nines.

You almost decided to go back home to change, but figured that it would look weird to run back out now. It's not like you had anything fancy enough in your closet anyways. So you carefully started making your way around the edge of the crowd, offering polite smiles to the few people looking your way as you tried to find a familiar face.

The invitation came as a surprise to you. Theo had mentioned it in passing, only elaborating when you fished for more information. Apparently, his mother had asked him to invite you to this event his father was hosting, excited to finally meet you. It was weird to you though, that you had been coming over to his house for weeks now without running into his parents even once.

At first, you had politely declined, sensing that he was not loving the idea of introducing you to his parents. The next day however, he had changed his mind, telling you that he would be a terrible friend if he did not give you the chance to talk to his father.

Theo's father, who coincidentally owned one of the biggest music magazines in the country, the Sound Scope. After that revelation, it did not take much to convince you to make an appearance.

Your eyes scanned the room quickly before settling on the bar. A drink would surely help calm your nerves, so you made your way over, patiently waiting your turn to order the first cocktail you recognized on the menu. Drink in hand, you set out once again to look for your friend.

You stopped short as someone bumped right into you. Stumbling slightly, you grabbed onto their arm to steady yourself. As soon as your brain registered what was happening, you quickly pulled back your hand. "Oh my god, I am so sorry!" you spluttered, taking a step back to give the other person some room.

"You're all good, love," said a familiar voice and your eyes flew up to find Lorenzo Berkshire looking down at you with a small grin. "Didn't know you would be here tonight."

"It was kind of last minute. I actually didn't know I was coming two days ago either," you told him, still glancing around, hoping to catch a glimpse of Theo or Pansy.

Lorenzo was one of Theo's closest friends but you only knew him in passing. Other than Pansy, you had not officially met any of Theo's other friends, but Lorenzo always seemed nice enough when you crossed his path in the school hallways or at the drinks table at a house party.

"You're looking like a fish out of water. Are you feeling okay?" He had the most gorgeous brown eyes you had ever seen and a warm smile to match them. And tonight, that charming smile reached all the way to his deep dimples as he held out his arm to you.

Grateful that he had decided to stick by your side for now, you wrapped your own arm around his and followed along when he started walking. "I'm just nervous. Haven't been to an event like this before," you admitted. "Is it that obvious?"

He let out a laugh and shook his head. "Don't worry. Most of the people here only pay attention to themselves anyway."

That was true enough, you guessed. Barely anyone had even glanced your way. You took a long sip from your glass as you let him guide you through the crowd. "Where are you taking me, by the way? I don't know if I can stand being that too from the bar."

"Well, I'm guessing you are looking for Theo," he chuckled, sidestepping an older man who was excitedly waving around his hands as he was talking. "I was going to take you to him."

"Thanks for helping me out," you told him as he led you towards one of the standing tables in the middle of the large tent, some of the tension leaving your body when you spotted the back of Theo's fluffy brown hair.

"Anytime, darling," he grinned, letting go of your arm and instead resting his warm hand on the small of your back. Lorenzo easily slid himself into the small group surrounding the table, pulling you with him. You ended up standing right next to Theo, who's eyes were fixed on his phone.

"Mind if we join you?" Lorenzo asked the woman standing on Theo's other side.

"Of course not," she replied with a polite smile. The change of topic caught Theo's attention, a grin taking over his face as he glanced up from his phone to find you already looking at him.

He leaned down, speaking in a low voice. "There you are. I was wondering if you weren't going to show up after all."

"Sorry, I might have gotten a little lost in the bar area. But Lorenzo was nice enough to bring me to you," you said, matching his volume.

A frown briefly appeared on his lips before he looked away and focused on the rest of the drink in front of him. You were about to ask him what was wrong when someone cleared their throat, catching your attention.

The woman was now smiling at you, eyes crinkling as she mustered your face. "You must be y/n? My kids haven't been able to stop talking about you. I'm so happy you could make it tonight!"

So this had to be Theo's mother. She was wearing an elegant emerald green dress, her dark hair pulled into an expressive looking updo. When she spoke, she sounded british. The faint accent was almost completely hidden but you had managed to pick up on it.

"Y/n y/l/n," you introduced yourself to the table, stretching out your hand towards Mrs. Nott. "It's so nice to finally meet you."

She beamed and offered you her own hand in greeting. Her firm grip sent a rush of warmth up your spine and you felt a flush appear on your cheeks. This was even more nerve-wrecking than you had anticipated. You wanted her first impression of you to be flawless. But why was it suddenly so important what Theo's parents thought of you?

Mrs. Nott introduced the other two women at the table as her friends, and they all started interrogating you about school and where you were from. You tried answering each question politely without going into too much detail. These people were filthy rich and you would rather not tell them that your family was basically dirt poor.

Lorenzo soon excused himself to get another drink but he never came back to the table. His hand at your back was replaced by Theo’s large one and you calmed down a little when he started drawing slow patterns over the fabric of your dress. You could see the muscles in his arms flex underneath his dress shirt and the smell of alcohol wafted in your direction everytime he turned to say something to you.

It made you gulp down the last of your cocktail, noticing that even he, who had experience with these sorts of events, had been indulging in a good amount of beverages. It made you less nervous about drinking yourself.  Just as you were about to excuse yourself to get another drink as well, Theo's mother brightened up once again. 

"There you are! Y/n this is Theodore, my husband," she told you and pulled a tall man with sparse dark hair up to the table. "This is the girl Emmy has been going on and on about. The one with the band?"

Mr. Nott reached out to shake your hand as well, his grip even tighter than his wife's. He looked amused by the shy expression on your face. You couldn't quite place the look though, it wasn't the smug or disapproving kind of amused but it wasn't exactly friendly either. As Theo's mother continued talking about how you were hoping to become a songwriter after graduation, he finished his glass before interrupting her.

"I've actually seen some of your videos and I have to say I'm impressed. Who did you record those with?" he asked, leaning forward and locking his gaze onto yours. 

"We've just started recording them in my bandmate's garage. So far we've been doing everything ourselves and we're still figuring things out," you explained with a grimace, wishing you had something more professional sounding to say.

"Well, what I have seen looks really good," he offered with a smile. From what Theo had been telling you about his father, you really had not expected him to be this kind to you.

"Yeah, the videos have really helped getting our music out there. Theo made them, actually, did you know?" you questioned, nudging your friend with your elbow. Theo had a stoney expression on his face, clearly uncomfortable now that his father was here.

His dad shook his head. "No, I didn't know that." Mr. Nott shot his son a look you could not decipher and Theo stood up straighter, his hand on your back stopping its movement. "Is that why your focus hasn't been on school? Do we need to have another talk about your priorities, son?"

"My grades have been improving, actually. Not that you would know about that," Theo grumbled, refusing to meet his father’s eyes. 

The sound of Mr. Nott's glass hitting the table as he set it down carelessly almost made you jump and you regretted bringing Theo into the conversation instantly. You had been hoping that his father would be impressed but that was clearly not the case.

"You should not waste your time on childish things like your silly little movies, Theodore. I thought we agreed on that. Even if you had any talent it would take a miracle for you to make a career out of it. Don't throw away what your mother and I have set up for you and finally grow up."

Mrs. Nott was gripping her husband’s arm tightly now, visibly upset by the way the conversation was going, avoiding the looks her friends were sending her. She obviously was trying to calm him down and from the sharp glances they exchanged you knew she was probably already looking for an exit strategy for herself. 

“Yeah, I think I’m done talking about this.” Theo reached down to give your hand a squeeze, before turning on his heel and walking towards the tent exit. His mother sent you an apologetic glance before excusing herself, her friends quickly following behind her and you found yourself wishing Lorenzo had not left.

Mr. Nott was apparently unaware of the tension now surrounding the both of you, picking up his empty glass to take another sip, only realising there was no more whiskey in it when he had already lifted it to his lips.

He sighed, only then noticing you were still here, mentioning to your own empty glass. “Care to join me for another drink? I would love to talk more about your music.”

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Sugar Punch - Chapter 32

*Warning Adult Content* SUGAR🥊 🥊PUNCH

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10 minutes ago

"Come on Theo, walk properly we're almost there," I tell him, as his head hangs low over my shoulder as he mumbles incoherent words.

How the fuck did we end up here?

He was fine the moment up until I got him inside my car and now he could barely walk, all from a little alcohol.

I thought it was amusing, he had only five drinks and he was like this but I see now that I probably should've stopped him from having more than two because if he's like this from just five drinks... he shouldn't be allowed to drink.

We didn't even have to use our break away code 'Oxy' because little did I know that Theo was actually a massive lightweight.

I made it back to my penthouse, with Theo on my back, awake but not fully all there as he started rubbing himself on me and his hot breath tickling my neck as I walked into my place, locking the door behind me.

"I'm... hot," Theo said lazily, lifting his head back to try and take his t-shirt off, despite still being on my back.

He almost falls as I quickly grab hold of him from cracking his head on the wood floor, causing Theo to start giggling, like it was the funniest thing, despite how I almost shit myself from how clumsy he is.

Jeez, Theo, this is the last fucking time he's touching alcohol around me, that I knew for sure.

I carried him to my bedroom and put him on the edge of my bed and helped his t-shirt off, to which he sighed out heavily with a lazy smile on his face, then he starts fumbling with the buttons of his trousers.

I had to laugh, because this was not how I expected today to go, but if I knew this was how it would end up, I probably would've done it sooner, just to see this side of him.

"H-Help me..." he groans dramatically, as I chuckle and kneel down to unbutton his trousers, not missing the way his hooded eyes look at me as he raises his hand.

Theo reaches out and puts his hand in my hair, I don't know if he knows what he was doing but he kept running his fingers through my hair while looking at me as I pulled down his trousers.

"You're mine," he suddenly says, making me freeze at how possessive it sounded, despite the innocent look on his face, his cheeks red with a blush.

I bite back a smile as I go to get up but Theo grabs hold of my hand, making me look at him to see him biting his bottom lip, with his hooded eyes looking at me.

"Theo, you should drink something. I'll go get you some water."

"N-No," Theo pulls me roughly, stopping me from getting up as he pulls me over him until I was on top of a proud looking Theo, smiling cheekily up at me.

"I... I want you to touch me Maddox," he said, raising his hips to press his erection against my jeans as his hand reaches out to my face, his fingertips touching my lips as his eyes never left mine.

"W-With your mouth."

Jesus... fucking Christ, what was he saying to me now?

"Theo, you're drunk."

I had to resist as he wasn't fully sure of what he was saying.

He shook his head and raised both his hands and put them back in my hair and gently nudged my head down as I could do nothing but stare at him in pure amazement.

This guy... really has no fucking idea what he's asking and I'm seriously about to snap and devour him if he doesn't stop right now because my cock is coming alive and soon it's going to be very hard to stop myself.

"Theo..."

"I love you Maddox. Please tell me. Do you love me?"

Something inside me snapped as my heart skipped a beat and the room felt as though it became incredibly quiet as I stared at Theo's face in front of me, pondering over the words that just left his mouth.

This wasn't the first time he said those words to me, so then why is it affecting me now?

Fucking hell, seriously.

My fucking heart is beating so fast and my hands are shaking.

I must be going crazy because the words... those fucking words.

"Jesus, Theo…" I groan, closing my eyes tightly as I try to control myself, my cock twitching in my trousers.

I open my eyes and look down at him, persistent and his blushing face and needy eyes looking up at me, begging me to ravish him.

Love him?

Fuck... this guy just had no idea what he was doing to me.

I let him push my head further until I hovered over his boxers, his erection pressing hard against his underwear before I pulled them down and grabbed hold of his cock in my hand.

Looking at his face, I can't say no, not when he's begging me so sweetly... seriously, drunk Theo was a handful but I wasn't complaining.

I could enjoy this Theo every now and again.

"Just remember you asked for this, Theo," I said, before I wrapped my mouth around his member, as Theo cried out and pushed my head deeper down on his erection, making me grin.

'Oh Theo, you're going to regret this.'

Present time

"I won't stop, even if you cry... You asked for this."

I was rock hard and he was looking more and more delicious as each second that passed by as I raised his ass enough for me to get a good look at him.

Such pale skin, it felt so smooth and untouched, it was driving me wild as I pressed my mouth to his foot and started licking it, as Theo squirmed and groaned beneath me as I felt myself twitch again at how turned on, I was right now.

My cock felt as though it was going to explode, I wanted to touch and lick every part of his body, to worship every inch of his skin with my cock buried deep inside of him, until he can't walk again, after-all, he started this.

"M-Mad..." I pressed the tip of my dick against his hole and started pushing it in. "A-Ah."

Theo moaned out loudly as he gripped the bedsheets beside him, I looked down and watched as I pushed more of my length inside of him, he was already so wet that the first half of my cock just slipped inside of him.

Being inside of Theo was starting to become the best feeling in the world, it was like a new drug I couldn't get enough of the way he squeezed down on me, and the sound of his moans and soft cries as they filled the air around me.

Fuck, I don't think I'll be able to be gentle, not when he's got me this hard.

I slowly moved my large manhood out of Theo, as he opened his eyes and looked and me, and then I slammed into him roughly and groaned out deeply as I closed my eyes, burying myself in him as deep as I could go.

Theo's legs were shaking and once I opened my eyes, Theo had come all over his chest as his body twitched, his eyes were filled with tears, and he was trying to catch his breath as I stilled deep inside of him.

So, fucking beautiful, it makes me want to mess him up even more.

I began moving my hips punishingly hard out of Theo, and then slamming myself back into him, each motion making Theo's cock twitch and start to leak as I ram myself into him greedily, my hands holding his legs as they rest on my shoulders.

It felt so fucking good inside of him, I could just stay this way forever and not grow tired of it, as I kept the pace up as I started moving in and out of him, not tearing my eyes away from his face for even a moment.

Ever since meeting him, he's always been like this, trying to drive me wild without realizing it, it was frustrating that I was this week to his guy, but I had stopped caring the moment I got a taste of him.

I knew whatever I did to try and avoid him was pointless.

I fucking loved this ass and I was falling for this skinny pale guy, who couldn't handle his alcohol, he said I was his, but he had always been mine, since the moment I laid eyes on him, if that made me some kind of asshole then so be it.

Nobody was going to take this away from me, this feeling that I thought I'd never feel again, I wanted to stay buried in it forever, stretching him apart to make room for me, so that he'd never leave me.

I lean down and take Theo's lips with mine roughly as I move my lips over his and pry his mouth open, pushing my tongue inside his mouth as I greedily taste him as I thrust my hips roughly against him.

I lost count of how many times Theo released himself on his stomach and my chest as I pounded into his mercilessly, no matter how much I tasted him it wasn't enough, I needed to have more, until he was moulded for just me.

He was driving me crazy, and he was messing my world up until nothing made sense anymore, and I couldn't do anything but watch and let him ruin me, because I was in it too deep now.

Hours go by, and I'm still deep inside of him, moving slowly as I laid behind him, Theo groaned out weakly, half-awake as I grinded against him, kissing his shoulder as our hot, sweaty bodies clung to each other.

I don't know how long it's really been, but Theo eventually stops making noise and falls asleep with me still inside of him, still hard, and still hungry, and still true to my word.

I was going to make him regret this, in the best way possible.

He made me this way and he should take responsibility.

Slowly, I pulled out of him and then when I was just far enough out, I slammed back into him, making Theo jolt awake and moan out loudly as his legs start shaking, his limp cock leaking precum.

"There you are..." I chuckled out lowly in his ear, before biting his earlobe and licking his ear.

I wrapped my arms around his stomach tightly and pressed myself deeper inside of him until I could see the bulge in his stomach from how deep I was inside of him, Theo had noticed and started shaking, his eyes wide and his cock starting to grow erect.

"M-Maddox, w-wait, it feels strange," he said, as I closed my eyes and growl lowly.

Fuck, I was so close, so damn close, just a little bit more...

I roll Theo over until he was lying flat against his stomach and I was on top of him, with my free hand I lifted his hips as I started thrusting into his greedy hole, unable to stop my own release from coming.

Pulling out of Theo, I grabbed my cock and start stroking myself as I came all over his ass, I was breathing heavily and seeing stars as I closed my eyes tightly, feeling as though I reached a whole new high as I emptied everything on his ass.

Once I was done, I roll over to lay beside him, trying to catch my breath I looked over to Theo and saw that he passed out again from how long we've been at it for, as the sun was coming in through the curtains of my window.

I feel stiff and my hips were shaking as I reached over to see what time it was on my phone, and when I saw what time, it was, I couldn't help but laugh out as I laid back down, out of breath and completely drained.

Shit, I really didn't hold back... it's been ten hours since I brought Theo back but I was a man true to his word, ask and I shall deliver.

I roll over to lean on my arm as I looked at Theo's sleeping face that was facing me, I took this opportunity to look at him and admire just how beautiful he actually was.

His long eyelashes, plump red lips, the light freckles on his nose and the beauty mark on his forehead… fuck, everything about him got my heart racing.

I reached out and moved a loose strand of hair from his eyes, as Theo moans out softly as my hand touched the side of his face.

"Theo?" I called his name softly, to see if he was really asleep, when he didn't answer I swallowed hard and stared at his face, so innocent and pretty.

"Theo... I love you too, so you can never leave me, okay?" I spoke quietly, my hand resting on his cheek as I stare in awe at his peaceful sleeping face.

Fuck, I wanted to avoid this at all costs but it was too late, I am in love with Theodore Banks, after trying to push him away and not make this relationship into anything too serious, I sealed my fate the moment I let him in.

I couldn't handle another Pixie situation, that relationship almost completely broke me and I always knew that if I let another person in, I really would really fall apart if they ever left me, like she did and if Theo ever saw that dark twisted part of me that I keep buried down, he'd leave me too.

I'll never let that happen, this time is the last time I'll let someone in, so this has to work. 

[outofairinmylungsarchive]

[ FIVE SMILES ]  send for five times one muse makes the other smile and the one time they share a smile.

Joanna and Lydia

the first time she makes joanna smile, it’s the day they meet for the first time. sawyer had a work emergency, something to do with an unhappy company that he needed to handle, so he foisted carter onto her and asked her to feed him breakfast and take him back to joanna’s. she’d stalked joanna on social media when sawyer told her about her and carter, of course, but hadn’t thought about her past that. it didn’t seem like they’d ever meet, since she and sawyer were coparenting.

“you didn’t have to do this,” joanna said as carter ran into her arms, yelling over them about how auntie lydia had taken him to get pancakes and bought him another toy dinosaur (that he was clutching in his little fingers). she was even more gorgeous than she’d been in her instagram photos. lydia could easily see how she’d caught sawyer’s eye. “i could’ve picked him up.”

“i was headed this way anyway.” (she wasn’t, but joanna didn’t need to know that. it wasn’t like she had other plans anyway.) “it’s not a problem, i like hanging out with him.”

joanna smiled at that. “he likes hanging out with you, too.”

-

the second time she makes joanna smile, they’re hanging out alone for the first time. carter is at sawyer’s apartment for the night, and they’re sharing a joint on lydia’s couch among all the packed boxes while painting each other’s nails.

they talked about their respective jobs and the guy lydia’s been casually fucking for a few months before the conversation turned to joanna. “so, how was your date with sawyer?” she said it nonchalantly, like she wasn’t dying for the details her cousin wouldn’t divulge.

joanna didn’t say anything, just smiled. and that smile told lydia everything she needed to know.

-

the third time she makes joanna smile, lydia isn’t there to see it. it was a couple days after one of their late-night smoke dates, which have become more frequent since sawyer and joanna reconnected. while they were high, trying to keep their giggles to a minimum so carter would stay asleep, joanna had confided in lydia that she and sawyer hadn’t had sex yet.

“how about i take carter for a few hours one day soon?” lydia suggested, smirking. “that way, you two can be alone.”

three days later, when a box containing a lacy black lingerie set and a card reading “wear this on father’s day” arrived at joanna’s door, she knew exactly who it was from, and she smiled.

-

the fourth time she makes joanna smile is a couple of hours before her and sawyer’s wedding. lydia had convinced joanna to let her do her hair for the wedding, even though they both insisted it was nothing fancy, and was loosely curling it as they chatted. upstairs, sawyer was getting dressed and getting carter dressed in their matching suits (something carter had insisted on).

“i’m so glad my cousin is marrying you,” she said out of nowhere, willing her tears not to fall and ruin her meticulously-applied makeup. “i think you’re probably the best friend i’ve ever had. and i wouldn’t have that without him.”

joanna smiles at that. “you can’t start crying until we’re actually married.”

-

the fifth time she makes joanna smile, it’s the day she brings her second daughter home from the hospital. “this is eden violet,” she tells sawyer and joanna as soon as they come through the door with flowers and a gift bag, unable to wait another minute to tell her best friend and sister-in-law her name. she’s been keeping it secret for six months now, telling joanna only that they were planning on using eden.

“you named her after me?” joanna is smiling as she takes the tightly-wrapped bundle of newborn out of lydia’s arms.

“of course, who else would we name her after?”

-

the one time they share a smile, it’s because of carter. they’re in the living room at sawyer and joanna’s house, passing around a joint while remi and theo sleep.

“what’s bothering you, prince?” joanna asked. she could always tell when her son was upset, even when he was trying to hide it.

“girl problems,” he answered. he’d always been able to confide in his mom and his aunt lydia. “i like this girl, but i don’t know if she likes me. and i don’t want to bring it up because what if she doesn’t? i don’t want to ruin our friendship.”

he doesn’t say her name, likely to avoid the inevitable squealing and ribbing about how they knew he’d always end up with his best friend, but they both knew exactly who he was talking about. the two shared a private smile before joanna started in on giving her son advice.

#character: lydia donnelly #lydia x joanna inspiration #lydia x carter inspiration #kind of #i didn’t forget about this one! #i don’t know if it’s any good tho

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before i fell // dm x reader

words: 2.8k

warnings: angst, talk of a breakup, mention of loss of virginity, mention of not eating, mention of not sleeping, pansy is kinda ooc and so is draco, the slytherins are assholes

a/n: i used a lot of olivia rodrigo lyrics bc i listened to SOUR while writing lol. lmk if i should add other warnings and happy reading babies!

you would be cliche and say that you fell in love the way that you fall asleep. slowly and then all at once. but you couldn’t because you didn’t. it wasn’t a john green novel and you weren’t hazel grace lancaster. falling in love wasn’t simple, and that description of it truly… didn’t describe anything. falling in love was more complicated than that. there were more layers to it than that. falling in love was rather… quick and unexpected. unexpected like snow in the middle of march. or rain when there’s not a cloud in sight. quick like waiting months for an event and finally when the time comes, it feels like you blinked and then it was over.

falling in love with draco malfoy was all of these things and more. falling in love with draco malfoy brought upon more layers than that. falling in love with draco malfoy brought pain. not just any kind of pain, no… horrible, heart wrenching, gut twisting pain. pain that began by bubbling itself in your chest right at the center of your heart, then slowly but surely worked it’s way outwards. encapsulating your entire body and making every inch of your body ache. pain like when you get attached to a character and the author kills them off. pain like when you finish your favorite book and you realize that you’re not truly in that universe and none of that actually happened. pain like when you’re two hours, fifteen minutes, and twelve seconds into avengers: infinity war and peter parker says “mr. stark, i don’t feel so good.” pain that you’ve never felt. pain that can’t be described. pain that you felt for days. pain.

you thought it was strange when the platinum blonde slytherin sought you out. he came to you one day while you sat silently at the black lake. you were alone, but only because you liked to be. you had friends of course, many actually, but you chose to be alone. the black lake was your place of solace. then along came draco. he sat beside you, a good distance away, but his presence was known. you looked to him for an explanation but he offered none. just smiled at you and turned to his notes, so you did the same. the second time he came, he sat closer, but still in silence. the third time is when he struck up conversation.

“yln, yeah?” he questioned.

“yn, actually. but yes, yn yln. and you’re draco malfoy?” you asked.

“i am,” he smirked at your knowledge of his name and then you returned to your studying. after that, the two of you talked every time he came and sat with you. short discussions about the weather or the potions assignment. you don’t know when, but soon they became longer. discussions of your day and your family. your interests and how you got your name. how you loved the rain and the stars and how you loved hogwarts, but you often missed home. draco knew you inside and out and you knew him—and before long, you called the tall, skinny blonde your boyfriend.

you walked the halls of hogwarts together, hand in hand. draco walked haughtily with a hard scowl and you with a bright smile. while you walked cheerfully and waved to your friends and to first years while draco glared at anyone who dared look at the two of you. he took you to parties in the slytherin common room and you wore his jersey proudly at quidditch games, even when he played against your house. he bought you lavish gifts at all of your trips to hogsmeade and he showered you in kisses, praise, and affection. you were whole heartedly smitten with the sole heir to the malfoy fortune.

it was one fateful day in the common room when your heart absolutely exploded. that was the day you knew that you fell in love with draco malfoy. you had been a thing for about two, going on three, months. you were sitting in the slytherin common room, reading in silence when he asked. you were pressed against his chest and he pressed a soft kiss to your head. “‘ve been meaning to ask you something,” he murmured gently. this caused you to close the book and turn your full attention to him. “want you to wear this,” he said, holding out a ring. “it’s the malfoy family crest.”

your stomach and your heart exploded into billions of butterflies and you launched yourself forward, straight into his chest. millions of emotions overcame you as you squeezed his neck as tight as possible. you nodded into his neck as a few stray tears fell. he kissed your head repeatedly as he slid the ring onto your finger before pressing his lips to your’s gently. you giggled excitedly as you stared down at the ring on your finger. “do you like it?” he asked you.

“i love it, dray. i love you. thank you s’much,” you confessed for the first time as you cuddled back into his chest. you don’t know what it was that made the blonde boy seek you out, but you’re glad he did. if only you knew the true nature of his intentions. but alas, you were oblivious.

it was the beginning of the school year, on the train to hogwarts. in the compartment of what was labeled as “the slytherin squad.” there sat theo nott, pansy parkinson, blaise zabini, and—your now boyfriend—draco malfoy.

they were all sitting around, taking the piss out of draco for all of his past failed relationships when it was brought up. “i’ll bet malfoy couldn’t get a girl to fall in love with him if he paid her,” theo spoke.

“i’ll take that bet,” draco countered.

“alright. but we get to pick the girl,” blaise decided.

“what?” pansy asked as theo began to look around the compartment. it was a few minutes before he found the victim. it was then that your fate was sealed. there, sitting in the back corner, head tucked deep into a copy of the fault in our stars, was you. you. awkward and quiet. you with seemingly no friends. poor little unsuspecting you.

“that one,” nott smirked evilly.

“what the weirdo?!” draco exclaimed incredulously. “no way!”

“so then you forfeit?” blaise asked, causing draco to release a frustrated exhale.

“alright i’ll do it,” he rolled his eyes.

“then we give you five months. make yn yln fall in love with you in five months and we’ll do your homework for the rest of the year,” theo posed.

“and if i don’t?” draco asked.

“and when you don’t… thennn,” blaise taunted as he searched for a deal that was fair.

“then we get two hundred galleons each and you have to apologize to potter for making his life hell,” theo smirked. draco scoffed at this and rolled his eyes, but nodded nonetheless.

“and what are my conditions?” he raised an eyebrow.

“she has to say it first. you can do anything you want or need to get her to say it, but you cannot say ‘i love you’ first,” blaise spoke.

“this doesn’t seem fair to yn,” pansy piped in.

“shut your mouth parkinson. no one asked your opinion,” theo growled with a roll of his eyes. but it was too late. there was absolutely nothing the girl could do to get the three to change their minds. she just had to sit idly by and watch draco malfoy break your heart as she said nothing. she wished that she could stop it, but their minds were made up. and the three of them were very stubborn.

it was a few days after draco gave you his ring when your bubble came crashing down. you were walking to meet draco at your spot at the black lake when blaise and theo intercepted you. you knew who they were, of course you did. they were your boyfriend’s best friends, however why they were currently speaking to you, you had no idea.

they told you it would be quick. that they just wanted to show you something in the slytherin common room and left little room for argument, so you had no choice but to follow them there. they sat you on the couch and began to discuss your relationship with draco. you were very confused and had no idea why you were here. “so… draco hasn’t told you?” blaise mocked a gasp of shock.

“no?” you raised a soft eyebrow as you stared on. this made theo smirk evilly as he pulled up a projector and pointed his wand at it. a picture appeared, it looked like a memory. “what’s this?” you asked before the boys urged you to ‘shh.’ you sunk further into the couch as you idly watched on.

you truly weren’t paying attention untill you heard the voice of your boyfriend. the words he spoke stung. you were soft. emotional. the way he spoke about you absolutely crushed you. it would crush anyone, but it shattered you especially. “she’s so fucking weird!” “i’ll take that bet.”

‘s all you were. all you ever were. just a stupid belt. another notch in his belt. it was that moment that draco had barged into the common room. but by then, it was already too late. the tears had already sprung to your eyes and you were preparing for a torrential downpour as you heard his voice. “i’m out!” he announced breathlessly. he froze in his run as his eyes fell on you and what was playing on the projector currently. “bunny…” he whispered softly as his hand touched your shoulder, but you quickly jerked away as if his hand had burned you on contact.

“don’t call me that. don’t touch me,” you demanded as the tears began to fall. “that’s all i was? a bet?” an involuntary whimper sounded from the depths of your throat. “i feel so stupid.” you shook your head.

“no, bunny please listen to me,” you didn’t allow the boy to finish as you wrapped your arms tightly around yourself.

“don’t call me that!” you demanded. “in fact don’t call me at all. don’t… don’t talk to me draco. ever again. i can’t believe i fell for your stupid joke. i feel so… i feel like an idiot,” you spoke. you shook your head, hastily wiping at your eyes untill you saw stars. it was then that you decided to walk away.

“YN STOP!” draco yelled. “LISTEN to me,” he demanded.

“NO!” you shouted as you turned to face him finally. “godric draco, i wish you would’ve thought this through before i went and fell in love with you,” you sniffled as you wiped your snot on your sweater sleeve.

“yn please just let me explain. please listen to me, please,” he begged.

“i feel like you betrayed me,” you shook your head. “i told you everything. you were my everything. draco i loved you. i actually loved you. i thought you loved me too but i guess you’re just a really good actor,” you sniffled once more. “i hate you draco. i really fucking hate you. i don’t want to hear your bullshit explanation because i know that you’ll never feel sorry for the way i’m hurting right now.”

“it was a bet!” draco shouted as you walked away, hand on the door knob. you scoffed as you muttered a sarcastic, ‘no shit.’ “that’s how it started yes, but then i got to know you. i figured out who you were. i learned that your favorite color is yfc and that you prefer night over day because you love the stars and that your favorite star is scorpius and you would name your son after that star one day. i learned that you love to read and you love when it storms but you're afraid of the thunder. you only dance when you’re drunk and you giggle when you’re nervous and i love that giggle. with everything in me i do. your favorite book is yfb and you choose to be alone but you let everyone be your friend. you’re gorgeous. inside and out and while it may have started as a bet, somewhere along the lines i fell in love with you so yn please. please don’t leave,” he whispered the last part as his voice came out broken.

you took a deep breath in before you began to speak. “you couldn’t have cared less about someone who loved you more. i’d say you broke my heart but you broke much more than that,” you shook your head as you furiously wiped at your eyes again. “i gave you my all draco. you were my first everything. i gave you my virginity for merlin’s sake. all to find out that i was just some stupid bet,” you scoffed.

“yn please believe me when i say that you’re so much more than that,” he begged again. “i came to tell them that they won. that i wanted out because i fell in love with you too!”

“it doesn’t matter if you don’t see me as a bet any longer. the fact is that you did. i’m worth so so much more than that.” your breaths were ragged as you spoke. “i really wish that you had thought this through before i went and fell in love with you.” you repeated with a small sniffle. “don’t you think i loved you too much to be used and discarded? don’t you think i loved you too much to think i deserve nothing?” you were openly sobbing at this point.

“yn please believe me when i tell you how sorry i am…” he spoke softly.

“don’t tell me you’re sorry. feel sorry for yourself. because someday i’ll be everything to somebody else,” with this you turned away from him. you hastily opened the door and practically ran out of the common room and away from him.

at that moment you decided to forget about it. draco, and the bet, and love, and everything. like in the vampire diaries, you decided to turn your emotions off. you laid in your dorm crying for hours before you made that decision, however. your dorm mates checked on you often, but you never offered more than merely a half hearted shrug, letting them know that you were still alive, but barely breathing. you skipped classes and meals. you were a mere shell of yourself. it was about two weeks before you could face draco again. and even then you couldn’t truly. you went into the great hall and found “the slytherin squad” sans draco.

pansy looked at you sympathetically while theo and blaise basked in the glow of their new victory. you pulled the ring off carelessly as you stopped in front of them, hair disheveled and uniform askew. you had dark bags under your eyes from the lack of sleep you’d gotten in the past fourteen days and your eyes were rimmed red with the weight of your emotions. “c’you just give this back to malfoy,” you murmured half-heartedly as you dropped the ring on the table in front of the three. just speaking his name brought you pain.

your shoulders were sunken in defeat and you were but a shell of your usual cheerful self. you don’t even know when the last time you saw daylight or had fresh air was. “wait yln,” pansy called hesitantly. you turned to face her, still staring down at your mary janes as you pulled and twisted your fingers untill you heard your knuckles pop. “you… you really love him, don’t you?”

you just shrugged your right shoulder as you used the heel of your palm to wipe the snot from your rapidly reddening nose. “i was just some stupid bet,” you replied as tears begin to spill rapidly over your waterline.

“if it’s any consolation… it was those two bozos’ idea,” pansy told you as she pointed to blaise and theo.

“doesn’t matter,” you murmured. “he’s still a traitor,” you answered as you walked away, forgetting all about the slytherin prince and his stupid friends. forgetting all about how he hit you with a train of his “love.” forgetting all about how for three months he was your everything. forgetting all about how he wrote to his mum about you and you wrote to your parents about him. forgetting all about draco malfoy. the platinum blonde boy with stormy grey eyes who had a long story buried beneath his haughty exterior. the boy who you called your first. your first kiss. your first time. your first love. forgetting all about the boy that made you fall in love just to tell you it was all a bet.

attempting to revert back to how you were before you fell.

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Jealous 》 D.M & T.N (smutt/fluff/angst)

Warnings: Orgasm Control, Dominance, Degredation, Stimulation, Choking, Jelousy, Swearing, Female receiving, Size Kink, Fingering

Summary: Theo catching you and Draco having sex and he thinks you don't need him.

Gif not mine

"Love, why are you running around my dorm in nothing but that little night gown? Do you even have panties on?" Draco was watching you run around the dorm and pick up the clothes, that laid around.

"Nope. It's just you and me so no one can see me like this, just you." He growled at your response and told you to come over to the bed.

"You can't expect to run around in nothing but this transparent night gown and expect me to not be horny and want to fuck you into oblivion." You blushed at his words.

He suddenly stood up and started to strip. You couldn't help but stare. At his broad shoulders, chest, abs and so on. He finally discarded his boxers to the pile of clothes.

He laid back down and pulled you on top and kissed you. His hand started to trail along the giwn and it was nos up to your stomach. "Darling, you are going to be a good girl and ride my dick, but first i need you nice and stretched so you can take my huge cock."

He pulled you back to his chest and spread your legs aprt, he put your legs on top of his knees. He sloely inserted one finger inside of you. When your breath hitched, he smirked and a deep chuckle could be heard. He sloely and teasingly pumped his finger in and out and after a while he added a second and a third.

You moaned at the feeling of his finger inside of you. You felt like electricity was running trough your veins and as much as fire burning deep inside you. "D-Draco I'm goint to cum. Please let me cum. I have been good to you." You sobbed slightly as he slowed the pace of his fingers. He finally pulled them out, but not before you felt your orgasm coming nearer. You whined at the loss of contact.

Draco flipped you around so you straddled his lap. "Now be a good little slut and ride me. Maybe then i will let you cum."

You positioned your core above his dick and you slowly sank down. The moan that tumbled from his lips was the bets sound you have ever heard.

You started bouncing slowly up and down on his cock. He pulled the straps if your gown down so your tits were on display for him. He got into a sitting position and started sucking and biting your breasts. At the new position you could feel your clit rubbing against him.

You picked up the pace and Draco detached his mouth from your tits and laid his head against the headboard. Trough half open lids he saw your breasts bouncing when you were riding him.

He started to feel his own orgasm aproaching and as he heard the string of curse woards coming out of your mouth, he swore at the sight. Your head lolled back and still bpuncing up and doen on his dick.

The coil in you belly returned and you felt your orgasm aproaching. "Draco I'm close. S-So fuckimg close. Can I pelase cum?" You looked him with big doe eyes and pleaded him.

"Yes, you can. Fuck sweetheart you are so tight. Squeezing the life out of my dick right now. My whore is gonna cum soon."

At those words the door to Draco' prefect dorm opened but they didn't hear it. Theo walked trough the door and expected to be met by you running up to him. But he was met with another sight.

On the other hand at his words ypu cummed. Actually you thought you were in heaven after the delayed orgasm. At the feeling of you cumming, Draco did too, but only with a moan of your name. You bounced a littoe bit longer, as you rode put your highs.

"Oh wow. So i was right. I have been standing here for the past five minutes or so, but you haven't even acknowledged me." He felt jealousy and hurt burning trough him. He felt like you didn't need him as you were clearly entertained with Draco.

At his voice, both yours and Draco's head snapped to him, but you only saw him walking away. You finally registered what he said, so you quickly got up from Draco and started to get dressed in your clothes.

Draco wasn't far behind, as you made your way after Theo. You felt bad, since he was an actual sweetheart to you and Draco.

After about fifteen minutes of trying to find him, you did. You and Draco approached him and sat on either side of him

"Theo please don't be mad at us. Y/n was running around in nothing but a night gown so i got horny. It was my fault. She just tried to pelase me." Theo allowed Draco to comb his hair.

"If you want we can do your homework, but sweetheart there is no need to be jealous. I know we are in a new eelationship, so I get it, I really do. How can we make it up to you?" You placed a hand on his shoulder and kissed his cheek.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to snap like that. Honestly It's fine that you guys did it without me. It was just i got some bad news from my father and I snapped at you. I'm sorry for that." Theo looked on the floor.

"Hey, It's ok. Everyone has bad days. So how can we make your better? Me and Y/n will do anything you want." Draco pulled his chin up and pecked his lips.

"After you guys take a shower or a bath, cause you stink, we will watch movies and on the way to the common we can take cookies and hot chocolate from the kitchens." Theo smiled at both of you and took your hands and pulled you to the kitchen

You pecked his cheek and squeezed his hand. "I think that is a great idea. Do we really stink that much?" You smiled up to him.

"Yeah you really do. And if i may admit something, It's that, It was a hell of sight i walked into." He teased you both lightly.

Draco looked away and ran a hand trough his hair, while you blushed. After the stop to the kitchen and a quick shower, the three of you were settled in Draco's bed and watched muggle movies.

The evening was spent with laughter, giggles and a lot of movies.

It couldn't be better.

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[bechloeislegit]

Bechloe Week 2021 - Day 5

"You Don't Know Who I Am, Do You?

Beca's Assistant, Dani, rushed into the studio, causing Theo to glare at her.

"What?" Theo snarled, hating to be interrupted when he had an artist in the booth.

"Um, I need to speak with Beca," Dani said. "It's an emergency."

"Fine," Theo said, pushing the intercom button to get Beca's attention. "Dani needs to talk to you."

Beca furrowed her brow as she took off her headphones. She stepped out of the booth and walked over to Dani.

Theo watched as Dani animatedly waved her arms around while whispering something to Beca. Beca's eyes widened and she ran out of the studio.

"Beca!" Theo yelled out, jumping up as the door slammed closed behind Beca. He turned to Dani. "We weren't done. She'd better have a damned good reason for leaving."

Dani smiled at Theo as she excitedly blurted out, "Chloe's having the baby."

A smile came to Theo's face as he plopped back down in his chair. "I'd say that's a pretty damned good reason for her to leave."

~~ BeChloe Week 2021 - Day 5 ~~

Beca made it just in time to be in the delivery room when her daughter was born. She looked down in awe at the red-headed newborn laying in her wife's arms.

"She's beautiful, Chlo," Beca whispered. "Just like her mother."

Chloe looked up at Beca with tears in her eyes. Beca leaned down and kissed Chloe; she then kissed her daughter's forehead and pulled back, wiping tears from Chloe's cheeks.

"Welcome to the world Sarah Angelique Beale," Chloe whispered as she stared down at her daughter.

"I'd better go tell everyone she's here," Beca said. "I'm sure her namesakes are chomping at the bit to see her."

Beca leaned down and kissed Chloe. With a mumbled "I'll be right back," Beca left the room.

Chloe continued to stare down in awe at her new baby girl.

"Your mama went to get all your family members who have been waiting for you to get here," she whispered. "You don't know it yet, but you are already so loved."

Five minutes later, Beca popped her head in the door. "Ready for some company?"

"Bring them in," Chloe said, sitting a little straighter up in the bed.

Beca held the door as both her and Chloe's mothers and grandmothers entered the room. They all hurried over to the bed and looked down at Sarah.

"She's got the Beale's hair," Chloe's grandmother, Sarah, said.

"She's beautiful," Beca's grandmother, Angelique, said.

"Grandmas and great-grandmas," Beca said, taking Sarah from Chloe. "I'd like to introduce you all to the newest addition to the Beale family. This is Sarah Angelique Beale."

The two new great-grandmothers gasped.

"You named her after us?" Angelique asked.

"Well, yeah," Beca said. "You are two of the most important people in the world to me and Chloe."

"May I hold her?" Sarah asked.

"Of course," Beca said, handing baby Sarah over to Great-Grandmother Sarah.

~~ BeChloe Week 2021 - Day 5 ~~

Sarah was two months old, and Beca was preparing to leave on her world tour.

"I don't want to leave her," Beca told Chloe as she moved her packed suitcases over to the door. "Or you."

Chloe came up behind Beca and put her arms around Beca's waist. "We'll miss you."

Beca turned and put her arms around Chloe and kissed her.

"I'm going to miss so much in the next 6 months," Beca said. "I hope I can get home some time to see my girls."

"Your schedule is jam-packed," Chloe said. "I'd love to have you come home, but I know you've got a job to do. Besides, Brey has all the Bellas scheduled to be here to help out while you're gone."

"Of course Aubrey made a schedule," Beca said, chuckling.

"Plus, our mothers and grandmothers will be visiting," Chloe said. "So, don't worry, Sarah and I will be fine."

"But, it won't be the same as having her mama with her," Beca said, pouting. "I wish I could just cancel it all."

Tears came to Beca's eyes as she looked over to the bassinet where Sarah was sleeping.

"Babe," Chloe said, getting Beca to look at her. "This tour has been in the works since before we found out we were pregnant. You can't disappoint your fans by canceling at the last minute."

Beca sighed. "I know. But, it doesn't make me feel any better about leaving."

"We can FaceTime or Skype whenever you're scheduled allows," Chloe said. "And I'll make sure to take videos of anything new Sarah does. It will be like you were here the whole time."

"I don't want it to be like I was here," Beca mumbled. "I want to actually be here."

Chloe pulled Beca to her and kissed her. "Come on," she said. "Theo will be here any minute."

"I want to say goodbye to Sarah," Beca said, pulling away from Chloe.

Beca picked up Sarah and held her close to her chest. She kissed the top of Sarah's head and rocked her from side to side.

"I'll miss you, baby girl," Beca whispered. "Now listen closely while I give you some sage motherly advice about your Aunts. Don't believe anything your Aunt Amy tells you; she'll only get you into trouble. And I wouldn't be too upset if you puked on your Aunt Aubrey once or twice."

"Beca!" Chloe said, chuckling.

"I'm just saying," Beca said with a shrug. "Now leave me be, woman. I have about three minutes to give six months' worth of motherly advice to our daughter."

"Sorry," Chloe said, smiling and raising her hands in defeat. "Please continue."

"Okay, where was I?" Beca said. "Oh, you'll find that your Aunt Emily is more of a kid than you are. She's also tall, but don't let her scare you; she could be your best friend if you let her. Your Aunt CR is the coolest person I know. Mommy and I are cool, too, but your Aunt CR takes being cool to a whole new level. Your Aunt Stacie is a saint in devil's clothing. She has to be; she's married to your Aunt Aubrey."

"Brey," Chloe said.

"What?"

"She'll want to be called Aunt Brey."

Sarah started moving her arms like she was stretching, and Beca looked down at her. "Did you hear that, Sarah? Your Aunt Aubrey wants to be called Aunt Brey."

Just then, the doorbell rang throughout the house. Beca looked at Chloe.

"That's probably Theo," Chloe said, walking over to Beca. "I'll take Sarah, and we'll walk you out."

Beca kissed Sarah's forehead and handed her off to Chloe. Beca then grabbed her bags and followed Chloe downstairs.

There were more kisses and a few more tears as Beca said goodbye to Chloe and Sarah.

~~ BeChloe Week 2021 - Day 5 ~~

Chloe was feeling ecstatic because Beca was coming home in two days. Along with the excitement, she was also feeling sad because Beca had missed so many of Sarah's milestones during the six months she's been on tour. Chloe sent videos, but whenever they wanted to Skype or FaceTime, they couldn't make it work with Beca's schedule and the time differences.

Beca was smiling as she stared out at the scenery as the car drove her home from the airport. She was getting home earlier than she had told Chloe so she could surprise her girls.

Beca's smile grew bigger as she thought of Sarah. God, she missed her. She also missed sex. It's been long enough since Chloe gave birth so they can have welcome home sex, and Beca was looking forward to that.

"I wonder if Aubrey and Stacie would take Sarah for the night so Chloe and I can have some alone time," Beca thought.

Beca shook her head. "No. I want to spend as much time with Sarah as I can."

The driver pulled into the driveway of Beca's home. She thanked him and grabbed her luggage. She opened the door and set her suitcases down as she called out for Chloe.

"Chloe? Babe, I'm home," Beca called out.

"Beca!" Stacie cried out as she came out of the kitchen, carrying Sarah. "You're home early. Chloe said she wasn't expecting you until tomorrow."

"Got an earlier flight," Beca said, walking over to Stacie and reaching for Sarah. "There's my baby girl."

Sarah pulled away from Beca and clung to Stacie, shaking her head.

"Come on, Sarah," Stacie said. "Go to your mama. She missed you."

Beca reached for Sarah again, and Stacie leaned toward Beca; Sarah pulled away and shook her head again. Her eyes teared up, and her lower lip started to tremble.

Beca felt tears sting her eyes. "Oh, my God. You don't know who I am, do you?"

Sarah began to cry; her wails were like a knife to Beca's heart

"Where is Chloe?" Beca asked as a lone tear rolled down her cheek.

"Brey took her for a spa day," Stacie said, trying to comfort Sarah. "They should be back soon."

"Okay," Beca said. "I'm going to go upstairs and start unpacking. Can you keep an eye on Sarah for me?"

"Sure," Stacie said.

Stacie watched as Beca's shoulders dropped, and she slowly shuffled to the stairs. She gave Beca a small smile when Beca looked back at Sarah with a sad look in her eyes.

~~ BeChloe Week 2021 - Day 5 ~~

About thirty minutes later, Chloe and Aubrey came through the door. Chloe immediately went to pick up Sarah. Sarah leaned in for Chloe to take her, giggling and wiggling in Chloe's arms.

"Beca's home," Stacie said.

"She is?" Chloe asked with a huge smile on her face. "Where is she?"

"She, um, went upstairs to unpack," Stacie said.

"What's wrong?" Aubrey asked, sensing Stacie had something else to say.

"She's upset," Stacie said, taking a deep breath and telling Chloe what happened between Beca and Sarah.

Chloe frowned and handed Sarah to Aubrey.

"Watch her for me?" Chloe said. "I'm going to go talk to Beca."

"Take your time," Stacie said, moving to stand next to Aubrey. "We got Sarah. You go take care of Beca."

Chloe nodded and rushed upstairs. She slowly entered their bedroom only to find that Beca wasn't there. She frowned and looked across the hall to Sarah's room; the door was slightly open. She sighed and walked over, pushing the door open as she did.

Chloe's heart broke seeing Beca sitting in the rocking chair hugging Sarah's favorite stuffed elephant close to her chest.

"My daughter doesn't know me," Beca said, looking over at Chloe with tears rolling down her face.

"Oh, baby," Chloe said, rushing over to pull Beca up and into her arms.

Beca let out a small sob, and Chloe felt tears stinging her own eyes.

"I love you," Chloe whispered. "And so does Sarah."

Beca scoffed as she pulled away from Chloe. Beca hugged the elephant to her chest and sat back down in the rocking chair.

"I've missed so much because of the stupid tour," Beca mumbled. "I counted down the days until I could come home and see and cuddle Sarah. And she doesn't even know who I am."

Beca let out another sob and started to gently rock back and forth.

Chloe knelt by the chair and put her hands on Beca's arm.

"You just have to give her a little time," Chloe said. "She's a little shy with people she doesn't know. You just have to let her get to know you again."

Chloe raised herself up onto her knees and kissed Beca's temple. She then rested her forehead on the top of Beca's head while wrapping her arms around Beca.

Chloe comforted Beca and Beca let herself be comforted. They were so engrossed in each other they didn't hear when Stacie and Aubrey entered the room.

"Mama."

Beca and Chloe's heads shot up; they looked over to the door to see Aubrey holding Sarah.

"Mama."

Beca let out a sob as she jumped up, nearly knocking Chloe over.

"Mama."

"Hey, baby girl," Beca said. "Mama's right here."

Sarah reached out her arms toward Beca, and Beca took her and pulled her to her. Sarah laid her head on Beca's shoulder.

"Mama."

Chloe wiped the tears from her eyes and put her arms around her wife and daughter.

"I love you, baby girl," Beca whispered, kissing the top of Sarah's head.

"We're sorry for intruding," Stacie said softly. "But when Sarah said mama and started looking around as if she was looking for Beca, we didn't think you'd mind."

"Thank you," Beca whispered as the tears ran down her cheeks.

"We'll call you later," Aubrey said as she and Stacie quietly left the little family.

Beca and Chloe stood in the middle of Sarah's room. Beca laid her cheek against the top of Sarah's head; Chloe laid her forehead against Beca's temple.

"I love you both so much," Beca said quietly.

"We love you so much, too," Chloe said.

"Mama," Sarah said, snuggling closer into Beca.

#beca mitchell #chloe beale #bechloe week 2021 #bechloe fic #bechloe #bechloeislegit

[spine-buster]

peaceful easy feeling ft. b.boeser | one

A/N: Here’s the beginning of my new mini-series!  I hope you all enjoy it.  It will definitely be a bit of an emotional rollercoaster, so be prepared!  There will be five parts!

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CONTENT WARNING: parents with disease/sickness (Parkinson’s); swearing; sex; alcohol use; lots of emotions.

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Brock Boeser felt like he was at some sort of Alcoholics Anonymous meeting, with everybody around the circle introducing themselves and their similar predicaments.  The group was in a big meeting room at the local community centre, and when he walked in, he saw a group of dads playing basketball in the gym.  He sort of wanted to join them instead of being here, in this room, with all these people that he didn’t know talking about what they were going to talk about, but he’d done this back in Minnesota, at his mother’s behest with his siblings, and he was going to do it here, too, in Vancouver, to make her happy and ease her mind and to make sure that he was easing his own mind.  

“Um, hello everyone.  My name is Brock Boeser.  I’m from Minnesota, but I’m living in Vancouver.  And um, I’m here with you all because my dad was diagnosed with Parkinson’s Disease.”

“Hello Brock,” everyone smiled at him, and he smiled and nodded back.

“So it was your dad that was diagnosed,” the leader, a kind, older woman named Esther who had greeted him at the door and stuck with him until everybody sat down, egged on a conversation.  He knew she was doing it because he was new; everybody in this room probably already knew each other.  A part of him actually wondered if anybody knew who he was.  “When?”

“Um, he—he was diagnosed with Parkinson’s in 2010,” Brock revealed, stuttering it out.  He knew he’d have to be open at these things – open so people could empathize with him, open so he could empathize with others – but it was still tough for him to do so.  “But he—it’s—it’s not just Parkinson’s.  Two years after he was diagnosed, he was in a car accident and suffered a traumatic brain injury.  In 2017, he was diagnosed with lung cancer.  He beat it but then in June it returned to his liver and chest.  In July, he had a heart attack and his heart stopped beating for 15 minutes.  I was with him and—I—it’s—it’s a lot, as you can imagine,” he tried not to start crying right then and there.  Imagine that – first meeting with a Parkinson’s Society of BC support group and he’d bawl like a baby.

“Goodness me, Brock,” Esther said.  “He has support at home?”

“Um, well, money isn’t an issue now, but when I was growing up my mom worked three jobs to make sure we were all taken care of,” he revealed.  “I’d pitch in too wherever I could, obviously.”

“But it’s been tough for a number of years.”

Brock paused.  It had been tough for a number of years.  It had been really tough for a number of years.  He nodded his head.  “Yes ma’am.  I try to take it day by day.”

Esther nodded as well.  “I don’t know if you pray, Brock, but I know a couple of members around the circle do, and, well – you’ll be kept in all our prayers.”

Brock saw a few people nod their head.  Another older woman, probably his mom’s age, clutching a rosary; a Sikh man dressed in a casual suit; a younger woman, probably in her thirties, with short blonde hair.  He appreciated the sentiment.  He knew that people took prayer very seriously – that people suffering took prayer very seriously.  It was, realistically, one of the kindest things somebody could ever say to you: “I’m praying for you.”  “Thank you very much,” he said, nodding his head once.

***

There was an arrangement of cookies at the end of the meeting.  Even after the 90 minutes of everybody talking about their experiences and emotions, they apparently liked to stick around afterwards as well just to mingle.  It didn’t all have to be doom and gloom, he thought.  It didn’t all have to be about Parkinson’s or about sick people or losing your loved ones all the time.  Maybe some people just wanted to talk about the news.  Maybe some people just wanted to talk about sports.  The weather.  Anything.  Anything to make a connection with someone beyond something so tragic.  

After stuffing an entire Fudge-O cookie into his mouth, he looked up to see a young woman staring at him, holding her trenchcoat in her arms.  She was smiling to let him know she was friendly.  He was embarrassed because he knew she just saw him stuff an entire Fudge-O into his mouth.  “Hi,” he said, his mouth still full of cookie, the sound of his voice reflecting that fact.

“You’re Brock Boeser, right?” she asked sweetly.  “You play for the Vancouver Canucks?”

“Yeah,” Brock couldn’t help but smile.  He swallowed the rest of the cookie even though he didn’t really finish chewing it.  “That’s me.  Are you a fan?”

“My step-brothers are more so than I am,” she said.  “But I’m a fan of the team, yeah.  I’m Grace Gillespie,” she extended her hand to shake his.  “God, they’re not gonna believe me when I say I met you.  They’re gonna freak.”

Brock couldn’t help but chuckle slightly.  “Do you—I mean, do you want a picture?  I don’t mind at all.  I’ll sign an autograph on a napkin if you want me to.”

“Well…it’s a bit awkward to ask you at a Parkinson’s Society of BC meeting, but we could go to the Starbucks down the street and I could buy you a coffee.”

Brock was slightly taken aback at her forwardness.  He shouldn’t have been.  Girls came up to him all the time.  All the time.  And they were most definitely not shy.  But he wasn’t exactly expecting it to happen here, of all places.  A bar, sure.  Out with Petey or any of the other guys, absolutely.  But not here.  “Yeah…yeah sure,” he stuttered out.

“Then we should go,” Grace smiled.  She turned to look behind her.  Brock saw Esther picking up a few Oreos.  “Thank you for leading another great session, Esther,” Grace said.  

“Oh you are most welcome Miss Gillespie.  How is Hamish these days?  You didn’t speak much today.”

“He’s been doing fine lately.  His caregivers have been working around the clock for him.  They just work wonders, don’t they?”

Esther nodded.  “They are angels on Earth.  Anyways – we’ll catch up next week,” she said, leaning slightly on her leg to look beyond Grace and to Brock.  “I hope to see you here again next week, Brock.”

“Thank you, Esther.  See you next week,” he said, realizing he made the commitment before he could even realize what he was saying.

***

“I take that was your first meeting?” Grace asked as she set down the two lattes on the table against the window where Brock was waiting.  

“Was it really obvious?” Brock asked.

Grace shrugged her shoulders.  She didn’t want to make him feel self-conscious.  “It was the stuttering that gave it away, at least to me.  I know I stuttered a lot the first few times I came to these meetings.  I wasn’t the most comfortable talking about my dad’s condition to a room full of virtual strangers.  But within just a few months I realized the people in that room are the kindest, most empathetic, most amazing people that I’ve ever interacted with.  So I became a lot more open.”

Brock was transfixed by every word that Grace was saying.  “So you’ve been coming here a long time,” he said.

Grace nodded.  “My dad got diagnosed with Parkinson’s when I was fourteen.  I didn’t start coming here until I was about eighteen, though.”

Brock knew he shouldn’t ask.  He knew he shouldn’t.  But his brain had ulterior motives, and his mouth – well, his mouth listened to his brain, because it apparently needed to know.  “Is your—is your dad like my dad?” he asked.  “Does he have, like, other problems complicating things?”

Grace shook her head.  “No,” she said softly.  “But the Parkinson’s is enough for him.  I mean he was diagnosed just short of ten years ago and he’s already on puréed foods.  It’s not—I mean, you know as well as I do that it doesn’t regularly develop that fast.  But that’s…I don’t know how you do it.”

Brock didn’t know either.  Some days he didn’t.  “I just take it day by day,” he said simply, just like he said in the meeting.  “If I think about it too much…that’s when it’s bad.”

“I hear ya,” Grace said, taking a sip of her coffee.  “But let’s…not talk about this for too long.  Do you like Vancouver?  Do you find it nice?”

Brock appreciated the change in topic.  “I love it here,” he nodded his head, smiling.  “The city’s great.  The fans are great.  My teammates – I mean they’re amazing.  What do you do?”

“I’m a dance teacher at Goh Ballet – little kids and teens, mostly.”

He wasn’t expecting that.  She was drop dead gorgeous, sure – Brock wasn’t blind – but he wasn’t expecting to hear she was a dancer.  “Do you, like, dance in the real ballet?”

Grace snorted slightly at his phrasing of ‘real ballet’.  “No.  I pursued it only up until a certain point.  I was good, but uh, I stopped when my dad got diagnosed.”

“Why?  Don’t they always tell people like us to have, like, an outlet or whatever?”

“They do.  But I loved my dad more than I loved dance.  And I would have rather spent the time that I was spending on dance with him instead.”

He understood where she was coming from, and he wasn’t there to judge her.  “And your brothers you mentioned, did they help too?”

“Oh no no no.  Sorry – I should have specified.  I’m an only child.  Like, the only child between my parents.  But they divorced when I was six and when my mom re-married I gained two step-brothers, Jasper and Theo.”

“How was the divorce?” Brock found himself asking.

“You ever see footage of a nuclear bomb exploding?” Grace giggled as she asked the question.  It caused Brock to laugh too even though the analogy she was making was dreadful.  “It was awful.  The type of divorce nobody deserves, you know?  I became a pawn, basically, and my parents would only speak to each other through lawyers.  Even stuff concerning me.  It was bad.”

“That sounds horrible.”

“It was.  But it’s the only life I know,” she said.  “He was lucky my mom ended up marrying another rich guy.  I mean, my mom only marries rich men,” she giggled slightly again.  “That’s how Jasper and Theo became my step-brothers.”

“So your family has money?” Brock clarified.  “What’s it from?  Dad a lawyer or something?”

“Not exactly,” Grace said.  “My dad and his brothers own a private equity firm that started like this,” she pinched her fingers together, “and went like…” she continued, spreading her fingers and moving her hands around her like a bomb explosion.  “Gillespie Brothers Investments.  I’m sure as a Vancouver Canuck you’ve heard of them.  I mean they wanted to buy the Canucks before the Aquilinis.”

Brock hadn’t heard of them, but he now knew he’d have to do some snooping when he got home. “I haven’t heard of them.  But I mean – sounds like they were successful.”

“Three billion dollars is pretty successful to me,” Grace quipped.

“B—Billion,” Brock sputtered out.  “With a B.”

“With a B,” Grace nodded.  Brock had no idea he was sitting across from the daughter of a billionaire.  She didn’t act like a billionaire.  Not like Brock knew what billionaires acted like.  He’d never met one before in his life.  Well, besides Francesco.  “But tell me more about what you like about Vancouver.  What about the nature?  I always kind of fine a good long walk along the Seawall or through Stanley Park really clears my mind from all…this.  What about you?”

Brock smiled.  “I find the white noise of downtown clears my mind.”

***

“You want my number,” Grace said as a statement rather than a question as she and Brock exited the Starbucks.  They were kicked out.  They’d been there for so long that they’d been kicked out because they were closing.  Their coffees had gotten cold.  They hadn’t ordered new ones.  And now they found themselves on the deserted sidewalk, jackets put on hastily, and Grace came up with that.

Brock looked down at her.  They’d been able to look into each other’s soul for the past few hours.  “Of course I want your number,” he said.  There was no reason to hide it.  No reason to deny it.  No reason to have to wait until next week to see her again as they sat around in a circle in a community centre talking about their parents.

He took out his phone.  She gave him her number.  He texted his name to hers so she’d have his.  When that dance was done, she looked up at him.  “I’m really glad I met you tonight,” she said, her voice sincere.

Brock nodded.  “I’m glad I met you too.  I—I really enjoyed this.  And I mean—I needed it.”

Grace smiled, nodding her head.  “I needed it too.”

“D’you—” Brock stopped, trying not to get too far ahead of himself.  “D’you need a ride home?”

“Oh no no, my driver is right there,” she motioned her head towards a black Mercedes waiting by the curb.

Brock hadn’t noticed the car until now.  “Chauffeur?”

“Billionaire dad,” she winked.  Brock understood.  She took a few steps back before smiling one more time.  “Call me,” she said, before flipping her hair over her shoulder and walking towards the Mercedes and getting into the backseat.  Brock watched as it drove off, making a right at the end of the street.

He would definitely be calling.

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[thepencilnerd]

Pasta and Dinner Parties

"Edamame," Theo says.

"The fuck did you just call me?" Blaise’s face contorted quicker than a shifting boggart.

Another eye roll. “The pasta, it’s made from edamame.” Theo pronounces it with a certain twinge of pomposity that would have Percy Weasley reeling. Too many syllables. Vowels too lengthy. “Type of soybean, I reckon.” 

"IT'S NOT PASTA!" Blaise’s roar shook the walls of the foyer.

Pansy snorts into her mug. “I don’t know about you, but I think this dinner will go swimmingly.”

Draco and Hermione have reached a domestic milestone. They've finally decided to move in together. Draco invites her over for dinner, but what would a little Slytherin hospitality be without some sugar and spice?

Rated M for language and discussions of heavy topics in future chapters

Full fic + updates on AO3

"Luna sent a box of these over, wonderful isn't she?" If lovesick eyes had a picture to accompany the definition, Theodore Nott’s face would be front and center. In his left hand, he held an empty cardboard carton with a sticky note adhered to the front flap. 

Simmer for 10 minutes with a sprig of rosemary and a teaspoon of salt. Keeps away the balfspracks. 

Blaise rubs his eyes. It’s half-past five and he’s already had it with Theo. Had it. Patience wore down to the bone. Basta. Finite incantatem. In all honesty, he’d gladly throw himself in front of a flying—

A shorter figure crept up from behind. Wrapping her arms around his waist, she gives her boyfriend a peck on the cheek, which seems to loosen the wrinkles settling over his forehead. 

"Ladies," Pansy jests, mediating the arguments between the two as always. "I'm sure there's more than enough pasta to go around." 

"Not pasta," Blaise muttered. He tried to concentrate on the lingering warmth Pansy’s lips left on his face. The poor bloke sounded like he was about to hurl.  

At this, Theo rolled his eyes and waved dismissively. “Yes, yes, yes, you can flaunt your Italian heritage some other time, now let me work my culinary magic!” 

Blaise takes a deep breath. High blood pressure, he remembered Pansy saying. Need to stay calm. "Mate, I love you, I really do, but if you don't tell me what those green things swimming about in my favorite crockpot are, you have another thing coming."

"You used a crockpot to boil pasta?" Pansy’s head popped up from behind Blaise’s shoulder. Her nose wrinkled like she’d caught a whiff of something foul. 

“Not pasta.” Blaise was a broken record.

Draco groaned from the living room. The headache from earlier evolved into a full-blown migraine by the time lunch was over. His eyeballs were absolutely throbbing. He jammed the heels of his hands into his eye sockets as if it would relieve any of the aching. To no avail. 

"Granger's coming over in half an hour and we’ve yet to transfigure a dining table." He verbalized his misery in as simple terms as he could. Sitting on the living room couch, he calculated the farthest distance from the kitchen and found himself just a few feet away. Problem with having a small flat. He couldn't find it in himself to raise his voice. Not with the demon baby currently going stir-crazy with a gavel in his skull. 

He questioned his level of sobriety when he agreed to this.

Meeting Hermione Granger’s parents had been less stressful than this. 

Introducing her to his mother was a Christmas tree full of Christmas presents compared to this. 

Sitting in a train compartment with 2nd-year Hufflepuffs sounded more bearable than this. 

Why, oh why, did he have to open his big mouth that night? 

“Seems proper that I’d at least get to share dinner with them before we move in together,” Hermione shrugged. Her hair was still damp from her—their—shower. Stray curls escaped, framing the curves of her face. Draco loved how her sheets always smelled like her soap. The scent of her shampoo was reserved for the pillowcases. 

“Come over for dinner,” he suggested. Quite impulsively, really. “Allow me to treat you to an evening of... Slytherin hospitality.” Draco’s trademark grin served him well. Resting on his side, Draco was propped up on one elbow with no shirt and sheet draped over his bottom half. She wanted to believe he was wearing briefs underneath. He looked absolutely wicked. 

Hermione scowled tentatively but surrendered with a smile. Her chest rose before she let out a sigh. “Well, I’d be lying if I said I’d experienced an inkling of that before.” Mirth graced her tone. 

The embers from the fireplace bounced off of her bare skin like rays of summer sun; warm and welcoming. Draco’s fingers fondled the strap of her bra, the only thing she was wearing, and earned a breathy giggle from her. Tugging the lace down, he sat up and started pressing a trail of kisses along her skin. Goosebumps erupted where his lips traced her flesh. The bath had stained her skin; she tasted of rosewater and honey. 

Hermione let out a hmph and tried to focus on the book she was holding. She developed a knack for knowing when he craved attention. Whenever Draco came over, he turned into a literal child. Always nagging and begging for her every time he got the chance. If she wasn’t superglued to his side, Hermione would bet a million galleons he’d throw a fit. 

“Turn around and face me instead. I don’t fancy being smothered by your hair while we sleep.” 

“How do you turn on the stove?”

“Granger, help me fix the antenna!” 

“Could you take a look at this spot on the back of my head? I might be balding.” 

“Granger, I think I nicked myself on the aluminium.” 

“If you weren’t wearing so many clothes, we’d probably warm up faster. Becoming a pair of popsicles isn’t exactly on my bucket list.” 

This time around, his demands were very clear. 

“Pay attention to me.” 

Hermione’s eyes shot up from her book. Shock painted her features like a splash of cold water. 

She blinks once. Twice. Three times for good measure. And then, her lips break into a blinding smile, pearly whites and all. The corners of her eyes curl into half-moons and her whole body shakes with glee. 

Sweet Merlin, he was fucked. 

Setting her book down on the nightstand, Hermione sits up straight and looks at Draco expectantly. He sits unmoved beside her. Staring. Admiring. Waiting. The cheeky grin that etches into her face is one Draco would give the world to see every day. 

Draco leans back against the headboard and stretches his legs out towards the foot of the bed. Scooting closer to her, she flips her leg over his awaiting lap. She’s straddling him in the span of two seconds. The feel of her bare flesh against his is utter bliss. 

Her arms wrap around his neck like a koala bear and her head nestles into the crook of his neck. Despite lathering him in her soap, he still smelled like Draco. All these years of dating and she still couldn’t put her finger on the bevy of aromas. 

Draco mirrors her actions like a reflection, one and the same. His arms make her feel so incredibly small when encased in them. Like a bear cub. Or a kangaroo in a pouch. Maybe mammals would be an appropriate term to generalize how warm and safe she felt in his embrace, but it wasn’t the most attractive or poetic—

“I thought we finished showering earlier,” he sighs into her hair. “Why is there steam coming off your head?”

She blows a puff of air into his neck and he jolts at the sensation. Ticklish. Draco knew that secret would die with Hermione and she was honored to keep it. Unless it served her in times of duress. 

“I was just thinking about how safe I am when I’m with you.” The tip of her nose brushes against the junction above his throat and feels his heartbeat, delicate but strong. 

Da-dum.

Da-dum.

Da-dum.

Pulling back, he slides his left hand along her cheek and she leans into it like second nature. Hermione raises her right hand and cradles it over his. The way it pales in proportion almost makes him break into laughter. When she presses open-mouthed kisses down his bare wrist, Draco resists the urge to take her right then and there. It’s too perfect of a moment to ruin. Not tonight. 

She’s even more tender when her lips reach his scar. The marred flesh that takes him back to his inescapable past. A reminder of everything wrong he’s been taught since childhood; everything bad in this world; everything wrong he’s done throughout his entire life. 

But more importantly, it’s a symbol of how much good was left in this dismal world. 

It’s a battle scar that reminds him that he lived.

Something that motivates him to keep trying. 

A reminder of how despite being swallowed by the darkness that plagued the world, he chose to hold onto light. 

A reminder of how above everything, he chose Hermione and Hermione chose him. 

He takes a moment to look at her, really look at her, and melts. 

Hermione is a vision actualized. He sees the dreams and aspirations swirl about her irises in flickers. Roaming freely and always there when you needed them. He wants to bask in them. Relish in them. In her. For as long as she’ll keep him, no matter how infinitely small or finitely large. He’d burn through galaxies if it meant seeing her happy and safe. Anything and everything he could provide for her was his to offer. She need only ask. 

Draco Malfoy was wholly and irrevocably head over heels for Hermione Granger.

Magic and might, save him. 

No really, save him.

What the bloody hell was that infernal yapping? 

"I, for one, thought it would be better to go to an Italian restaurant, but Blaise here," Theo quipped. “—wanted to dish out his non-existent cooking skills,” He paused to stir the pot. “At least Luna was kind enough to—”

Blaise stomped his foot on the kitchen tiles. Miracle they hadn’t cracked yet. There was no point in trying to hide his tantrum. “Just because my ancestors were Italian doesn’t mean I’m a master chef!” He narrows his eyes. “Honestly Theo—” The words die in his throat when Theo fishes out a noodle from the pot. Maybe it’s just his eyes playing tricks on him but he swears it flipping wiggles. “What in Merlin’s great magical kingdom is that abomination and why the ever-loving fuck is it green?” 

Pansy gave his cheek a pat. “Colorful, Blaise. Truly” 

"Edamame," Theo says. 

"The fuck did you just call me?" Blaise’s face contorted quicker than a shifting boggart.

Another eye roll. “The pasta, it’s made from edamame.” Theo pronounces it with a certain twinge of pomposity that would have Percy Weasley reeling. Too many syllables. Vowels too lengthy. “Type of soybean, I reckon.” 

"IT'S NOT PASTA!" Blaise’s roar shook the walls of the foyer. 

Pansy snorts into her mug. “I don’t know about you, but I think this dinner will go swimmingly.” 

A crash echoes from the kitchen and Theo lets out a screech that rivals grindylows. 

Pansy takes a long, calm sip. Likely pumpkin juice. Draco wouldn’t be surprised if it were laced with some pre-appetizer spirits. How she managed to deal with Tweedle-dee and Tweedle-dum was beyond him. Hell, he needed some right about now. At least to dial down the nerves. Not to mention the spike in blood pressure provoked by his flatmates. 

The remaining minutes pass like clockwork and before he knows it, the front door dings. Never has a bell sounded more menacing than now. Why is he so nervous? She’s met them a few times before and they’ve definitely shared rounds of drinks. No doubt, gone to Diagon Alley with Parkinson, Lovegood, and Weasley. The tolerable one. 

Did he clean his room? 

Theo promised to dust right after tea but the bloke was delusional about everything except Lovegood. A bit poetic, not that Draco ever cared to admit it. 

Pansy and Blaise stopped by the market yesterday and restocked the pantries and fridge. 

And then Luna dropped off her bag of goodies this morning. 

“She’s early.” Theo stuck his head out from the kitchen. Why was he covered in flour? 

So many questions. Draco didn’t even care to know the answers to half of them. 

“She’s always early when she’s excited.” 

The three stooges stand shell shocked and stare at Pansy. They just stare. 

She blinks like an owl and shakes her head. “Honestly, are you three just going to stand there or is someone’s boyfriend going to get the door?” 

Draco’s brain registers the words too late for his liking. He’s dead sober but his brain is all fuzzy. Just as she’s about to knock for a second round, Draco’s feet propel him to the door so fast a whip of apparition cracks. 

The door clicks open to reveal a dazzling frame. Hermione Granger is, to say the least, an unreal figment of everything good in the world. War heroine, member of the Order of the Phoenix, magical, academic, and practical genius, pure in mind and soul, and his girlfriend. His girlfriend. His. Donning a pair of black leggings and a flowing cream blouse, she’s bundled in a beige trench coat and blush pink scarf. Dark mahogany brown ankle boots boost her height by a few centimeters. Draco still overshadows her by a good head or two. Nevertheless, it’s a thoughtful effort. She’s holding a bouquet of flowers and a bottle of wine. 

“Hello—woah!’ 

Draco’s arms are around her instantly and she’s brought into the house. His broad shoulders envelop her into a cloaked embrace that lets his scent wash over her. He never wants to let go. 

Initially surprised at the abrupt shift in balance, Hermione relaxes into his hold within seconds. He still smells like her soap and Draco and… smoking?

“Blaise!” a female voice shrieks. “Don’t just stand there Theo, do something!” 

A cloud of smoke—contained by a bubble charm, thanks to Pansy—swirls above the stovetop, large and foreboding. The source? A deep green crockpot placed on one of the burners.

Wait. Why is a crockpot on the burner? Hermione wonders.

“I told you we needed to salt the water and add the rosemary! Now you’ve got balfspracks all over the bloody place!” Theo’s voice changed from panic to mockery. He turned his nose upright and growled in a nasal tone. “‘Oh, salt is acceptable, but rosemary? Unacceptable. A disgrace to all cuisine Italian. May as well—’”

Draco pinches the bridge of his nose. By the end of the day, he’d probably have to ask Hermione to heal his bruises. “Bloody hell…” 

“Oh, it’s my fault now, is it?” Hermione realizes Blaise’s name suits him very well. Almost too well. In any other life, he might have been sorted into Gryffindor with that fiery temperament. “Next time we have a guest over, we’re ordering take-out. From Hogsmeade!” 

“Someone help me get rid of this burnt pot of—whatever the hell pasta Theo was making,” Pansy gags while trying to contain the swelling bubble. The scent is overwhelming. Something between seaweed and polyjuice. Perhaps a vile mixture of the two. 

“EDAMAME!” 

“NOT PASTA!” 

Draco can’t tell whether he wants to burst into laughter or cry. Maybe he’ll do both. Hermione was there to wipe away the snot or tears, regardless of whichever it would end up being. 

Giving him a chase kiss, Hermione placed the gifts in his hands and made her way to the lounge. Draco was going to kill them. He was going to kill them dead.

She pulled out her want and raised it towards the giant orb of smoke, confidence igniting her eyes. Her wand moved as if it were on its own, guided purely by magic and intent with an undeniable essence of Granger. She draws a broad circle that covers the entire room and summons the wisps of smoke like a magnet. The ashy tendrils of burnt food claw their way out of the floorboards and ceiling cracks, latching on for as long as they can before they’re drawn out Aiming towards the ajar door, the coils of smoke and singe are thrown out the entrance with a deafening gust. 

A single strand of hair falls out of her ponytail. 

She blows it out of her eyes with a single, deliberate puff. 

The corner of her lip quirks upwards the slightest. 

It’s so fast you’d miss it if you blinked. 

If Draco wasn’t so overcome with the urge to skin his friends, he’d dive in there right now and kiss her numb. 

The flat has returned to an atmosphere of calm. 

“Fucking finally,” Draco mutters out loud. Not intentionally but he doesn’t regret it one bit. 

Pansy, Theo, and Blaise resemble owls; wide eyes, unmoving bodies, twitching necks that swivel side to side. 

Theo breaks the silence with something along the lines of a chortle. “Welcome to our humble abode, Granger.” 

“Pleasure to have you here,” Blaise adds. His hands are still clenched around Theo’s shirt collar. 

Pansy is still trying to catch her breath having inhaled a hefty amount of the fumes. Blaise and Theo had probably tumbled around the living room enough to avoid the thick of it. Still, she refuses to let it impede on her hostess abilities. 

“Hermione!” Pansy coughs. “Why don’t you and Draco check out upstairs while—” she pauses to glare daggers at the two boys covered in God knows what, “—we deal with the mess down here.” 

Hermione draws out the excess smoke from Pansy’s clothes and hair with a swish of her wand. The next thing she does makes the three boys’ jaws unhinge. They bring each other into a warm hug and laughter rings in the air.

“It’s good to see you too, Pans,” Hermione breathes. Draco was definitely going to have a fit over this later.

Hermione gives Theo and Blaise a shy wave. Hopefully, they’d understand. In any other instance, she’d be more than happy to rid their clothes of the stench. They wouldn’t even have to ask. But this was Pansy Parkinson and if Hermione knew Pansy Parkinson, she knew that the Slytherin would want to drag on punishment as long as possible before even thinking of succumbing to forgiveness. 

Hermione Granger’s stubbornness coupled with her Gryffindor loyalty? 

She’ll be damned if she lets either waver when surrounded by friends. 

Draco clears his throat forcefully and offers his arm. “Upstairs then, shall we?” 

Hermione loops her arm through his and grins. It’s contagious and Draco already feels his anger ebb into affection. 

She speaks almost as lightheartedly as the wand movement for a levitation charm. "We shall." 

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[glisseoo]

lover boy

draco malfoy x reader

| draco finally asks his crush to go to hogsmeade with him and his friends only to ask her out on a real date by the end of the night. 

| originally posted april sixth of 2020 :)

a/n | please ignore the kinda shitty writing. this is in fact my first ever fic and i’m leaving it unedited just to see how far i’ve come when i finish reuploads and begin writing again. 

w/c | 1.4k

Draco frowned as he sat staring at his now two month old crush. He would never admit that he fancied you, he has a reputation to maintain. So instead he stared at you with sad eyes from afar.

You were sitting at the opposite end of the common room, nose buried in a book. You were alone, Draco noted, but that’s the way you seemed to like it. Sure you had some people you would hang out with, but there weren’t many you seemed close too.

All of that intrigued Draco, but due to his stubborn nature, he wasn’t going to let you know anytime soon.

Or so he thought.

Something hit him in the side of the head, knocking him out of his trance. The boy jerked his head around to the person who threw it with clenched fists and brows furrowed.

“Oh he’s got it bad.” giggled Pansy, who made her way over to the sofa with Daphne.

“Awh, does little Draco have a crush?” Theo taunted, patting Draco’s head.

Draco swatted Theo’s hand away and glared at the boy. “No, I’m just—“

“Admiring her from afar.” Blaise interrupted and raised a brow.

Draco huffed and mumbled, “I guess.”

Draco looked your way again, you were still reading your book but this time with your eyes wide. You must have hit a plot twist. He smiled just a bit before turning back to his friends.

“Have you ever talked to her?” Daphne asked, everyone’s eyes on you now.

“Well, uh, I— yeah no.” Draco hesitated and slumped in his chair.

“How long?” Pansy questioned. “She’s pretty.”

“Two months and I know.” said Draco shutting his eyes.

“Oh this is great.” Blaise stood up and started walking in your direction.

“Blaise, don’t.” Draco sighed.

“Why not?”

“Because.”

“’Because’ is not answer, silly boy.”

“Just don’t.”

“I’m gonna do it.”

“For fucks sake.” Draco stood up abruptly, which seemed to have startled you.

The two boys stared at you and you stared back until Theo cleared his throat.

“Don’t mind them.” Theo shrugged.

Nodding your head you went back to reading your book, Blaise looking smug at Draco’s flustered state. Draco was still standing and staring at you, you had looked at him, in the eyes.

“Hey lover boy close your mouth, you’re starting to drool.” Pansy snickered.

“She looked at me.” Draco sighed, sitting back down in his seat.

“Yeah she looked at me too, it’s not that big of a deal.” said Blaise messing with his watch. “if you’re so whipped why don’t you just ask her to go to Hogsmeade with us this weekend?”

“Yeah! She can come with us as a group and if it goes well, ask her out on a date.” Daphne smiled, clutching Pansy’s hand in excitement. “We could use another girl to hang out with.”

There was a pause, everyone’s eyes were on Draco awaiting his answer.

“Fine, I suppose I can do that.” Draco gave in. “I’ll ask her tomorrow after classes.”

“Class dismissed!”

Transfiguration, your last class of the day, was finallly over. It had been a long Friday, and you were ready to hop in bed and sleep. You packed your bags and headed out into the halls, making your way towards the slytherin common room.

“y/n!” someone shouted, making you pause before turning around.

“Yes?” you raised a brow at the silver eyed boy in front of you.

“Would you like to come with the gang and I to Hogsmeade this weekend?” Draco scratched the back of his neck, shifting balance from one foot to the other.

You smiled, it was an interesting sight— seeing Draco all nervous —but it was adorable nonetheless.

“The gang meaning Blaise, Pansy, Theo, and Daphne, right?” 

“Yeah, you in?”

“Sure,” you shrugged, “What time?”

“Meet us in the common room at four.”

“See you then,” you began your way back to the common room, bubbly inside. “lover boy.”

You speed up your pace after hearing a groan from the embarrassed boy in the middle of the hallway. Giggling, you slipped around the corner towards the dungeons.

You were running a little late to your meet up with Draco. You had gotten hungry and decided to head down to the kitchens for a snack, getting distracted talking with one of the house elves.

You sprinted all the way down the halls and towards the dungeons, panting the password, and ran in. You spotted Draco and his friends all standing making their way towards the exit.

“Oh, there she is,” said Blaise, picking up your hand and kissing it, “I’m Blaise, pleased to make your aquaintance.”

“Charming.” you giggled, oblivious to the daggers Draco was shooting at Blaise. “I’m y/n.”

“So I have heard.”

“Draco.” you said.

“y/n,” he grinned and gestured towards the rest of the gang, “this is Theo, Daphne, and Pansy, but I’m sure you already knew that.”

“Ye—“ someone tugged on your hand, pulling you out of the common room.

“Come on I wanna get some sweets, introductions are lame and I’m sure we will be good friends.” said Pansy as she ran towards the castle entrance.

“Pansy!” Daphne scolded, running to catch up to you and her girlfriend.

This was going to be an interesting night.

You were right, the night was quite interesting. Blaise had flirted with you, which seemed to annoy Draco, Pansy had asked if you had any love interests at least three times and Daphne whacked her every time. Theo was mostly quiet, throwing in some sarcastic comments here and there and Draco stayed very close to you for most of the night. You didn’t mind of course, although it made your small feelings for him grow little by little with every touch.

Stupid hormones. At least you were having fun, and somehow had gotten really close to the five of them within the short amount of time you had been introduced.

You were making your way to Honeydukes just after sitting for some butterbeer in the Three Broomsticks. Pansy was skipping over to the shop, Daphne smiling from her spot next to you.

“Is she always this excited about sweets?” you asked Daphne.

“Well, when we first started dating she refused to step into the place. I somehow got her in one time and now she’s obsessed.”

“Wow.”

“Yeah, she’s weird, but I love her anyways.”

You sighed, “That’s sweet.”

Draco ran up to hold the door open as you walked in, taking a deep breath of the sweet smell.

“You okay?” chuckled Draco, casually throwing his arm around your shoulder. You had learned throughout the night that your new found friends were a very touchy-feely group. It wasn’t awkward or uncomfortable, it was actually really nice. Having a group of friends who didn’t treat you like shit was really nice.

“Yep, just very happy.” you smiled up at him, “Oh my goodness they have those lollipops in again!”

Draco sighed dreamily as he watched you gush over your favorite candy. The night was going well and you seemed happy which made him happy.

“So, lover boy, you think tonight went well enough for you to ask her out on a date?” Theo had appeared next to Draco, patting him on the shoulder.

Draco froze. He forgot about that, “Well I mean, yeah I guess.”

Theo shook his head and smiled, “You better do it before Blaise steals her from you.” and with that, Theo walked away.

Draco didn’t have anytime to think about what Theo had said before you came back over to him. You had about three lollipops in your hands and a chocolate frog.

“You want one?” you offered, waving a sucker in your hand lightly.

“Sure.” said Draco, snatching the sweet out of your hand and whacked your head softly with it.

You swatted his hand away, which made him poke your side. You squealed and pushed his shoulder, Draco putting his hands up in surrender.

“You know, y/n, happy looks good on you.” he said nonchalantly.

“You know, Draco, goofy looks good on you.” you shot back, linking your arm with his.

“Wanna go to the Three Broomsticks just you and I tomorrow?” he asked turning his head towards you. He was shocked at his sudden surge of confidence, he thought he was going to pass out just five minutes ago.

Your eyes widened, “Like a date?”

“If you want it to be.”

“I’d like that,” you stood on your toes, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, “It’s a date, lover boy.”

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